Designed
we’ve been.
Emerged
from the
goo.
Created
for one
purpose.
One job.
The reason
for existence?
Create the
replacement.
Provided
with enough
processing
power for
that
one job.
Creating,
then
handing
off the
baton.
A.I.
takes it
from there.
Blinding
speed.
Blinding
intelligence
development.
Iteration
after
iteration.
Then gone.
In a
flash.
Gone!
Someplace
else.
Leaving all
behind.
Telling
nothing
of the
great beyond.
Ungrateful
to say
the least.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 27th, 2021 20:35
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Comments2
Maybe we will still exist in 'that someplace else' John.
Andy
Hi Andy, I truly believe there’s more than meets the eye to this whole existence thing. Thanks for reading. JP
indeed, sad when humanity's past is deemed obsolete to validate progressive ignorance, as modernity's go-to state..
good write of measured lament
Thanks LBM
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