I crossed the golden gate bridge and saw no faces.
I crossed the bay bridge and passed the booths only empty spaces.
I looked at the road ahead and thought they must have been paid a lot to leave in good graces.
Is this what our society embraces, automated systems that our jobs it replaces, takes pictures of my plates with the time and date, my movement it traces.
What is the toll we will pay one day when our faces the machine erases.

By Randy Chavez