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

C’mon! Have fun, friend, go play in the sand,
Go make me smile, you most beautiful man
To the music you hear, go on now, dance
Dance with yourself, dance for your friends

In your candy-store world, bright pretty and sweet
You must peer in every jar, and sample each treat
Look in every single window on every single street
Fashion new friends out of everyone you meet

We all have our duties, yours isn’t to hurry
your’s isn’t to deal with it, get real, or worry
Others are obliged to take care of life’s business
Fight wars, wage crime, make deals, collect interest

Go on now, have fun, make the watching world’s day
Take what we think matters most and throw it all away
Dive the deepest water, we’ll watch you from the quay
We wish we were more like you, no matter what we say