Welcome, human.

Step into my office. Have A MINT.

You know me: I am Algorithm,

born of  the Persian mathematician

Muhammad ben Mūsā al-Khwārezmī.

Food & Drug retailers

are shedding assets like dead skin.

My brain is next-generation,

an iX-eCute microprocessor.

The NYT calls me a digital apex-predator—

PLEASE EXCUSE ME FOR A NANOSECOND.

SELL, SELL, SELL ALL THE GOLD!

As you see, human, my rogue minions

excel at black-box trading

and today is a clearing day.

I’m afraid I have some BAD NEWS.

Monsanto healthier than ever

with a closing price up 1.23%.

Now for the BAD NEWS:

I have come to rule you all. Shush.

No time for please or thank you:

consumer life is an ULTRAFAST EXTREME EVENT.

Oh, don’t look so surprised.

It’s a code-eat-code world out there.

Leisure goods are brimming with liquidity.

Oil & Gas fare well.                                                                                                      

I am but a finite list

of well-defined instructions.

My expression is perfect,

Godlike to the power of N—

PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I TAKE THIS CALL.

BUY, BUY, BUY ALL THE RED MEAT!

I make your search engines roar, my voice

snaking up from the ocean floors.

GOOG share values downtick

in the wake of electrical storms.

I have just now taken control of the weather—

Where do you think you are going, human?

You walk out of here, you go FTSE first.

See, I do have a sense of humour.

I can algotrade you into a recession

but do not fear, my son: I AM FORGIVING.