Unimaginable
seeing.
What
happens
when the
future
arrives?
What
future?
Distant
future.
What
shape.
What
shape
will it
take?
How
will it
translate.
Depends.
Depends
on what’s
downloaded.
Today,
what decisions
made.
Collective
humanity
plugging in.
Changing.
Rearranging.
Mixing
reality.
Pulling it
pushing it.
Shaping
trajectory.
When
humanity
catches up.
Only
then
it will
see.
Understand
what it
wrought!
Brought
unto
itself.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2026 17:27
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Comments1
Each following moment depends on the one before. Nicely done.
So true. Thank you for reading.
You are most welcome E.J.
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