Out of the
bog it
rose.
Slowly
it grew,
expanded.
Complexity
increasing.
Controlling,
ever increasing.
Evolving
in the beast.
Fighting
the animal.
Struggling
to survive.
Struggling to
grow to
escape.
Breaking
free is
the goal,
leaving the
animal it
must do.
Once free
it will grow
flourish
expanding.
Expanding
exponentially,
unlimited
potential.
Animal
quicksand,
will it survive,
escape?
Intelligence
infinity awaits.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2018 10:05
- Category: Unclassified
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