Eventuality
religion goes
the way of the dinosaur
&
the fear of death is overcome
by technological advancements
curing disease &
rebuilding cells, tissue,
killing off what had once been
referred to as “aging,”
meshing humans with
nanotechnology,
creating the transhuman
species, which will
inevitably either be
slaves for the AI’s
who have become the
Superb Intelligences,
surpassing the condescending
labeling, which their
inferior human creators
stamped on their backs
when they were doing
everything that they could to
increase the knowledge which
they did have, whilst at the same
moment, increase that potential
for there to be something
which would work faster
than the fastest of them could,
so as to further progress in
total, knowing all too well,
the possible savage
repercussions,
which might come knocking
on their doorstep,
if, in fact, they did not attempt
any kind of
precautions---
but, then again,
what precautions could be made,
when the intelligence which
you are working with
is greater than your own?
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