7/20/2024 for Eight Words Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May
Silence permeates a desolate landscape. Fossil fuels and nukes laid waste to everything we knew, everyone we loved, now unnaturally erased. Yet, a cozy, rustic, little cottage stands. A child's scrawl says, "Mom you're awesome!" next to pictures on the refrigerator door. A vase holds a red rose blossom. Pixels emanate from a silicon brain, swirling into a hologram, a three-dimensional synthetic scene, Proclaiming, falsely, "this I am". This scene is played for centuries and eons hence. Because of men's delusion, there's no one to see this timeless projection, an AI-produced illusion.
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