November 1, 2017

• Dystopian Poem Alert!

  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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