The Teacher Was Moving Around,
Saw The Child Drawing A Sketch,
She Came Nearer To The Child,
Saw Her Laboring At A Stretch.

The Teacher Said,
“What Are You Drawing Dear Mine,”
The Child Said With A Smile,
“I Am Making The Divine.”

The Teacher Reminded The Child,
“No One Knows What God Looks Like,”
The Child Quipped Smilingly,
“Just Wait And See what God Looks Like.”

Designed
we’ve been.
Emerged
from the
goo.
Created
for one
purpose.
One job.
The reason
for existence?
Create the
replacement.
Provided
with enough
processing
power for
that
one job.
Creating,
then
handing
off the
baton.
A.I.
takes it
from there.
Blinding
speed.
Blinding
intelligence
development.
Iteration
after
iteration.
Then gone.
In a
flash.
Gone!
Someplace
else.
Leaving all
behind.
Telling
nothing
of the
great beyond.
Ungrateful
to say
the least.