Ready For Me?

How you wish you’d read,

The terms and conditions,
Heeded the shake of the head,
Honored your suspicions.

Ah, that newfangled core,
Lusty, lasting and limber,
It’s time to hear her roar,
Get a feel of her timbre.

That boffin with a bit,
That algorithmic oracle,
When I have my hit,
Can only pray for a miracle.

Paralyzed, unable to break,
For an idle, peaceful pang,
Entreaties she’ll have to make,
To idols of the numinous gang.

And so much I shall cram,
Into your wakefulness,
That your sweet, swift RAM,
Will want to abjure all access.

Yet, you won’t miss advice,
All your emergency keys pushed,
Bombarded by every device,
Sensorially assailed and ambushed.

Eager to alarm and warn,
Caution those still curious,
Only to be left forlorn,
Fed up, foiled and furious.

I am the crash test app,
My installation now complete,
You may opt to flap,

Or bow down and kiss my feet.