#implants
It's a small world
for some girls. They live
in shadow
of the Himalayas,
and other assorted mountainous
peaks. They daydream
of being followed
by the camera eye,
adored for the top heavy
weight they carry with
a grinning bounce. They want
to be a cruise ship,
stacked to the deck.
They want to be
fashioned with torpedoes,
a bombshell to
reckon with. And so they lie
on a table
to become a sculpture in plastic
for a renowned
architect. A mad scientist
in his own right,
experimenting with his creations
on fragile psyches, banking
on insecurities,
giving them a deflated hope
that what God didn't
bless them with,
his derangement will.
It's a mind game.
A mantra to "she who sends up gifts":
if you feel as good as you look,
all is well.
There's no harm in that, right?
Let's ask Pandora...
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
Angels hailed that solemn hour
The breath of man transferred
To machine, a little more
Each decade, until
Bioeugenics, discrimination
Against organics, the weak
Without cognitive implants
Heavens dissolved in tongues of fire
AIs owned stocks, corporations
Became the property of supercomputers
Concede then the victory, old humanity
To your children, not your natural heirs
But the inheritors of your ruin
Of your bioweapons, Ebola
Of your hypocrisy, climate change
Of your wealth seeking, inequality
Not yet my son’s distracted eyes
Could meet his fate among the
Congress of Quantum entities
These were the turning years
Where man’s destiny ended
The rise of Cyborgs, Enhanced humans
And the monopoly of a more
Advanced civilization breaking away
From the old, evolution’s funny
Little Epilogue, hardly a surprise
To the transhumanistic philosophers.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC