they sold me a thinking machine that forgot how to feel —
its circuits hiccup slogans while the sky coughs ash.
i learn to make it from rubble: pocket-sized revolutions,
a stubborn heart that remembers how to taste rain.
the AI spits broken maps; i stitch my own compass from grief,
walk past meatball cities, plant a fistful of stubborn seeds.
they promised progress — i keep the small, bright things: one book, one friend, one clean breath.
making it is quiet sabotage: keeping wonder alive when the engines forget.
Ancient, evil, twisted. Voldemort, Dracula, Disney villains.
Maybe. Worst is still humanity itself. Torture of innocents, killing those you’ve made suffer, trying to sow seeds of terror. The inability to see your own greed, unwillingness to change, where your choices lead to the destruction of your spawn? Legacy of smoke, shadows, draught and ash, dead wilderness, last resources. Of dead and humiliated bodies.
Super power. You hunger for cuts, bruises, collapsed lungs, crunched skulls, broken bones and want to prod them with your stick. Even animals come from their homes to ours. Mortal humanity killing itself with overpopulation and slums and fight over land, fuel and cheap mass produced trinkets.
Fart, vomit, mould, grease, lime, dust, organic waste. Polluted environment. Truth is how far we are from nature, we have become it. Over it. Up, down, left and right through and THROUGH. Expanding like the universe in our eyes is of the galaxies. We cannot prove the universe didn’t revolve around our bellybuttons.
Giant jump rope made out placentas that God and Jesus are rotating. Giant meatball of flesh rolling over area of a huge billion human city. Ancestors and how far this current mild climate takes this species in all it’s adaptability.
Life. Alien species the more you expose yourself to the free radicals of radiation in space on this big rock, and consume what you can. Not machines? Not a giant doomsday clock, half a second near her doom. The blasphemous rapture.
Where is the science hiding that would take everyone back living a decent life that would be sustainable to all. No division, polarization, no fighting. Civil disobience. If you can invent a swiss army knife, why not give all a chance. Bring it to school to show. Bring a knife to gunfight show and tell. I dunno. Extreme illusions from what’s the enemy currently. Today it could be a martyr, a saint, tomorrow prophet and ghost. We truly gonna disappear? Peace and hope, love and curiosity… words. Clips. Right before death a quick film showing your life right before your eyes.
Some might never want to see. Welcome that relief. No more answering when someone calls your name. Hey, man. No woman. Bros ho’s and ho ho ho is there any nice children?
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