The Jupiter is on the launchpad.
The count down is proceeding smooth.
On board there's a crew of robots;
for Man there is no room.
Yes, those androids look like us;
and, once, there was a time
when human Scientists themselves
designed some android minds.
Now AI has progressed so far
that circumstance demands
that the designers of this crew for space
must have titanium hands.
This crew will never tire.
they need no food to eat.
Radiation that would **** a man
they'll easily defeat.
The distances in space are vast
at even half the speed of light.
This robot crew will long endure
after my last good night.
There are headed for Tau Ceti.
Exoplanets there abound.
They'll transmit their data findings
to those here on the ground.
I worry for Posterity;
Fear clouds my troubled mind.
Once our species were explorers
now we're forever left behind.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
The Jupiter is on the launchpad.
The count down is proceeding smooth.
On board there's a crew of robots;
for Man there is no room.
Yes, those androids look like us;
and, once, there was a time
when human Scientists themselves
designed some android minds.
Now AI has progressed so far
that circumstance demands
that the designers of this crew for space
must have titanium hands.
This crew will never tire.
they need no food to eat.
Radiation that would **** a man
they'll easily defeat.
The distances in space are vast
at even half the speed of light.
This robot crew will long endure
after my last good night.
There are headed for Tau Ceti.
Exoplanets there abound.
They'll transmit their data findings
to those here on the ground.
I worry for Posterity;
Fear clouds my troubled mind.
Once our species were explorers
now we're forever left behind.
A bit of Science fiction about the launch of the Jupiter 1 exoplanet explorer
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