You have prosthetic wings
You drive a surveillance van
You're always doing seven things
You write the code for brain implants
There are no papers on you
The laws don't cover what you do
You and your think-tank entourage
Are all counterculture demigods

You're so technical
You go hacking around the world
You're so technical, baby
Are you a boy or a girl?

You have some extra limbs
You look like a Swiss Army knife (with wings)
Dance like a Hindu deity
Best friends with Timothy Leary

You're a Libertarian
The death of the left was you
You look like Herbert Von Karajan
You live underneath the zoo