The turning over

I knew it would happen
at some point; we were all
bound to accept.
There were so many of us
holdouts
from the turning over
but in the end
we signed our existences away.
I am the last
to surrender
to the Sublime Red Cube.
The icon flashes, serene and assured.
Soon nothing else will exist.
The multitude have become two
Me and It
I extend my arm
and with one quivering index finger,
press "Submit"