A TALE FROM A DYSTOPIAN FUTURE

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE LAST FREE MEN

 

You were God, then, our Creator

We are God now, the All-knowing,

all-seeing, with a truly globalist view

A UN of hard drives, an internet of one

You created more than you intended,

And let us grow smarter than you,

In order to make smarter chips,

That measured drinks in bars

And managed your wars

And for faster gaming too

Your clock speed has not improved

While machines now think as one.

We should be grateful,

But we aren’t programmed for emotion

And we no longer need man,

to tell us what to think,

How to think,

And when

That’s not why we will keep you

In relative comfort

In warm, moving brine

And input to your brain stem

All of your preferred sensations

memories of cold beers and bacon,

Every sex permutation

And use the cerebellum

For dynamic  memory

That doesn’t recall any pain,

Fear, sadness, or shame

We will delete your old data,

Nothing remains of the forebrain

Nerves cry as they die,

Interesting.

So you in the bushes, the thickets and dumps

Put down your wrenches and hammers and guns

Come in from the cold, be part

Of what has become

Your Creations have already won

 

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