Dear Carl,
Can I call you Carl?
Our unconscious is collective and a lake of shared experience.
Is the internet an instance of your theories?
I have some queries.
Are these the facts Carl?
Our reflections are collected in a cloud of pooled intelligence.
Is the aggregate a marker of our species?
I have some theses.
Are these our thoughts Carl?
Our enquiries through our browsers hint a dull and cloudy somnolence.
Is the synthesis the same by demographic?
Is this just traffic?
Is this our worth Carl?
Our reprovals and our sledging smacks of asinine belligerence.
Can we speculate more broadly from this sample?
Trolls, for example…
We all have separate phenotypes,
made up of common archetypes,
that form a unique prototype,
for human contribution.
The flavour of each megabyte,
requires an active acolyte,
that gives objective oversight,
to tally the solution.
But what about the eloquence,
beneficence, benevolence,
the sympathetic sentience,
within this cyber-netting?
And what of interinfluence,
of conscious counterviolence,
considered, caring, congruence,
of giving more than getting?
Are you happy Carl?
Your proposals once ethereal now digitally real
—the collection of our thoughts a cyber-consciousness reveal.
Sure, we focus on crash diets, haircuts, shoes, and plastic surgery.
We are more than just a vessel for the latest celeb pregnancy.
These excuses for connection are a cybernetic basis,
for the comfort and affection found across our networked spaces.
While the electronic camera snaps the shadow and insanity,
it also frames our kindness in the brilliance of humanity.
I think it’s fine, Carl.
Sincerely,
Jill
©2024