Soon
to be
overwhelmed,
Inundated.
Fuzzy
reality.
What’s
real?
What’s
not?
Who to
believe?
What to
believe?
A.I.
Virtual
reality.
Deep fakes.
Pulsing
beat,
tsunami.
Flooding
minds,
souls.
Personal
agency
corrupted.
Original
thoughts
blurred.
Battling
narratives.
Gray matter
battlefield.
Cleaving
reality.
Infecting.
Spinning
tops of
confusion.
So the
future
flows!
to be
overwhelmed,
Inundated.
Fuzzy
reality.
What’s
real?
What’s
not?
Who to
believe?
What to
believe?
A.I.
Virtual
reality.
Deep fakes.
Pulsing
beat,
tsunami.
Flooding
minds,
souls.
Personal
agency
corrupted.
Original
thoughts
blurred.
Battling
narratives.
Gray matter
battlefield.
Cleaving
reality.
Infecting.
Spinning
tops of
confusion.
So the
future
flows!
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Here is the question of what is real and what is not what can be believed and what can not. With deception in everything where does one begin. Well written
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