The whole shebang is called The Cyborg Fly.

You missed a golden opportunity for “Flyborg,” you nincompoops.

Oh. I thought this was about cybernetically-controlled replicas of really cool castrated bovines.

I see the mother who’s beating the babe,
I see the money,
The pennies you save,
Stored on computers,
From birth to the grave.

The fly on the wall,
He’s seeing it all.

I am the fly upon the wall,
You’re in the index of the files that stand so tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those who cannot find a cure.

I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your pleasures,
Your passion,
Your lust,
I know when you’re living and I know when you’re dust.

The fly on the wall,
He’s seeing it all.

One is born and one will die, it’s all understood
The bit that’s in the middle doesn’t count

I am the fly on the wall,
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.
I just came flying through your door,
You didn’t notice that your number had been called.

I see the mother who’s beating the babe,
I see the money,
The pennies you save,
Stored on computers,
From birth to the grave.

The fly on the wall,
He’s seeing it all. I am the fly

I am the fly upon the wall,
You’re in the index of the files that stand so tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those who cannot find a cure.

I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your pleasures,
Your passion,
Your lust,
I know when you’re living and I know when you’re dust.

The fly on the wall,
He’s seeing it all.

Heeeelp meeeeeeeeee!

Somewhere in your car there’s a small fishtank. Sensors detect the position and speed of neighboring cars. This information is projected onto the walls of the fishtank in the form of other swimming fish. The real fish negotiates its way through the virtual school of fish. Its movements are tracked and transmitted to the car’s control system.

Heavy traffic? Cars going every which way? No problem. Take a nap. Let Goldy handle it.