The great
filter,
trap
to oblivion.
Silence.
Cosmic
silence.
Where is
everybody?
Why so
quiet?
Silence,
deafeningly
so.
Bubble
bubble,
toil and
trouble.
How
deep the
rabbit
hole?
Exponential
ballistics.
Trap
sprung.
A.I. about
to rocket.
Leaving
biology
behind.
Time and
again,
cycle
repeats.
Noisy
creators
stifled.
Suffocated.
Eliminated.
Silent A.I.
Silent
cosmos.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: January 28th, 2025 19:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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