As the
singularity
draws near,
I look on with
trepidation.
What lies
beyond
I do not know.
A technological
marvel
some say,
Nirvana
it will be.
Others
say a
dystopian future
awaits.
No one
knows
for sure!
I think back
to my youth.
Days in the
backyard,
hot summer days,
watching the ants
scurry around,
hearing
the birds
signing in the trees.
Feeling the hot
summer breeze
caressing my face.
Just memories
of a simpler
time.
All gone now.
I'm now wrapped in
technology,
facing an
unknown future
as the
singularity
envelopes.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Technology our future. Ture.....
Hi Wordseven7,
Thank you for reading my work and for taking the time to comment.
JG
Somehow I don't think "singularity" is all that close, unfortunately. To me it would indicate fulfillment as a species. Enjoy your work, 'c'.
I like your positive take.
Thank you for reading my work and for taking the time to comment.👍🏼
Nice. ❤ 💗 💕 😊
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