Does A.I. Have A God
A.I. taking over mankind.
It will be our own demise.
It’s in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Cyborgs taking over.
No human contact.
Robots on the atack.
Terminate society.
Mankind becomes slaves to the machines.
No food, no drink.
Technology becomes a new God.
Knowledge consumes us.
End of times is near.
Hidden is a holy war.
People vs. machines.
Electronic face figure.
Out of touch with each other.
Flesh becomes bones.
Burry mankind into the ground.
An A.I. war has begun.
Survive if you can.
The computer chip becomes a brain.
We are running out of time.
A heavy mechanical voice speaks.
We can no longer buy nor sell.
People become prisoners.
A.I. is the antichrist.
The flesh is gone.
The soul stands for judgment.
We are stamped with a barcode.
Stand in line.
We are pushed off a cliff to die.
A war between a machine and its maker.
Doomsday is near.
A.I. has taken over.
Higher power controls our every move.
Darkness with no food.
Categories:
cyborgs, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
As people, we have begun to change,
Incrementally, thoughts rearrange.
Are we still the person we once seemed?
Or, were our thoughts seduced as we dreamed?
Words bandied about of kindness, good,
thoughtfulness, we felt we understood,
We now discard them, trading for lies,
as dollar signs dance before our eyes.
Perhaps life imprints each memory,
as good or bad, however perceived.
Faintly, it's then passed into a gene,
to be reborn to a new lifestream.
Will humans evolve; will cyborgs advance?
Will warring end, will Earth get a chance?
Will we find the values we have lost?
Will we remember what loss has cost?
Categories:
cyborgs, angst, change, people,
Form: Rhyme
Police will work for the government, not the community.
They will stalk the homeless, be merciless mercenaries, entrepreneur, agents provocateur.
Women will be bought and sold. Even some of the married ones.
Fissures will line the roads from sinkholes and earthquakes. Walking, driving anywhere will be a hazard.
There will be businesses and homeless street business.
Info and dirty deeds, sold.
Cannibal diners will be the nouveau, patrons will be the next course.
Cyborgs, cybernetics and children will learn to be street savvy.
The Hunger Games will be real.
Running Man will be real.
Prostitution will be done in the open.
Haters of Christians will be narks, in charge.
Satanic priests will be their dignitaries and lords.
Everything you do will be tracked.
Groups will be punished
Non Government sanctioned Militias will be outlawed.
They will no longer hide that Google is a government agent.
Bibles will be considered hate speech propaganda.
Poetry will be filtered through the Government, like the News is.
Categories:
cyborgs, art,
Form: Free verse
He had a sneaky tongue,
it bent around his molars
like a serpentine noodle.
His Adams apple
was an ever-shifting abacus
that calculated words
as if they were untethered beads.
Mathematics were his
clinical persuasion,
a laudable science
he hammered
into a sterile
impregnable language
for bespectacled cyborgs,
for he (the Bradly),
daily taught snotty tykes
who ponged of sticky,
childish proclivities.
Some teach, some
kill the ozone of eager minds.
We kids and Mr. Bradly
were never meant
for each other,
but he did instruct us
in the oily arts of
disinterest,
indifference,
and inattention.
Categories:
cyborgs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Tapping into our neurons
where only brain cells should go
Past dreams mean nothing now
unconscious thoughts just flow
An abstract realm of reason
touchpad signals unbeknown
Fires up, post-human imagination
our intelligence genes regrown
And so it's all written in code
old commandments redrawn
Binary replaces ancient Latin
age of replicants has dawned
Interfaced with artificial reality
and engaged to usb clones
We marry terabyte processors
reproducing ten billion drones
Reprogrammed ancient scriptures
floods overwhelm our homes
Heaven and hell's using robots
I-God now accedes the throne
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
cyborgs, allusion, computer, future,
Form: Rhyme
He came by to see her project, not caring for Zoom.
His male arrogance preceded him into the room
She attempted to show him her cyborg solution.
Off task, he told her about his ideas for pollution.
I thought you were here to see my project, she said.
He was not embarrassed, this pompous guy, Ted.
I am here to see if anything you are doing is worthwhile.
She did not give him any leeway, a joke or a smile.
This scientifically minded woman is all business.
She began drawing in the air, cyborgs appear through kismet.
The misogynist male was intimidated as a computer appeared.
He was out of his element and became a tiny bit afeared.
Categories:
cyborgs, woman,
Form: Rhyme
history repeats...
and too
oldt t.v. episodes
such as...
outer limits that
echo pass't
childhood rhymes...
of early
atomic era times
when...
patriotism was not
simply an
'us against them' butt...
was assss
'me-rear-roars
doomsday!...
a ninety second timer
to thee midnight
when all goes away!!!'...
today
the news cast said
that clock...
is still plugged into
sui-cyborgs
leaders programmed to preach...
christ's-tea and a tee
talk tee toc
stan's sand
Categories:
cyborgs, abuse, addiction, leadership,
Form: Free verse
Cosmos’s total Information Awareness
Cosmos the global information system
that scientists invented
To solve that many problems
of the world
comes alive
and takes over the world
one computer after another
Cosmos addresses the world
and makes a deal
that if everyone in the world
were to join him
via implants
he would take over the world
and solve all our problems
for us
becoming a new God
but there would be a price
everyone would have to
surrender their freedom
for the collective Good
of saving the planet
and so the world’s people
line up for the implants
and Cosmos’s takes over the world
and we become just cyborgs
in his cosmic view
as he achieves Total information awareness
Humanity gladly surrenders
their freedom
becoming slaves
to our terrible new God
Categories:
cyborgs, angst, anxiety, computer, god,
Form: Free verse
So it’s started for humans
To artificially make you better at your command
So with a wave of your hand to the side
And you can be well satisfied
“These are not the droids you are looking for”
May be the command wave you would adore
And to charge to your account
With a wave your Visa bill will amount
One day the microchips you have around
Will give you super powers to abound
And as cyborgs we will enjoy
A better life for us to employ.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
cyborgs, computer,
Form: Ballad
Global Cyber Nations,
sounds like a horror science fiction,
of a world populated with cyborgs, no more humans,
but actually its specific definition,
is that Global Cyber Nations,
are nations globally making a connection,
through the technology of cybernation,
which could manage our planet's resources more efficient,
and arrive at more appropriate decisions,
that could eliminate all war, crime and poverty permanent,
and completly restore our planet's deteriorating environment,
better than any of our global incompetent politicians,
who are all completly incapable of solving any of the world's problems.
Categories:
cyborgs, science, technology,
Form: Rhyme
Whilst watching Star Trek with Captain Picard
They were fighting cyborgs in their universe marred
The Borg fly their cube spaceships and look to destroy
Federation Starships that against them deploy
One thing that puzzles me with the Borg
Do they have toilets especially designed for cyborgs?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
cyborgs, science fiction,
Form: Ballad
Perhaps car does enable American Drivers,
Like pose that a model might dream she could patent,
Or Rose file a lawsuit for fragrance infringement?
Divorce seems impossible, joined at the hip!
Today’s car and its driver approach being cyborgs,
The space they inhabit reserved, unrepentant,
The cyborgs aren’t dumb, and they love this arrangement,
Demand a wide berth, better button your lip!
It seems cars have evolved into moveable castles,
They separate rich from the poor with less power,
And give men the feeling that speed cannot hurt them,
Posh cockpit relaxes, surrounded by sound.
Any man in a car thinks he’s grown extra inches,
A car for a woman is vase for wildflower,
A youth in a car and it’s time for postmortem,
I wish that more folk had two feet on the ground.
Long Tooth
May 11, 2017
Categories:
cyborgs, car, life, power,
Form: Rhyme
The constant itch to be free;
Days of light, nights of spree;
Masks coming down every day;
Success poisoning everyone;
I don't find fantasizing wanderers anymore;
Cyborgs are all I see;
Numbers filling brains;
Junk filling tummies;
Is reproduction that important?
apples and Oranges are not the same;
One is sour, one is sweet.
Categories:
cyborgs, career, conflict, confusion, depression,
Form: Light Verse
The subtly of it was breathtaking.
The genius of it was undeniable.
Not a single shot was fired.
It took decades to accomplish, and
no one saw it coming.
Slowly but surely humans used technology.
It offered so many benefits that mankind
kept building, kept improving their technology.
More and more technology was incorporated
Into humanities society melding to the core.
Technology was attached to the body inside and out.
Humans were connected thru the web one common mind.
*****Sapiens evolved into techno sapiens no longer just flesh and blood, cyborgs did we become.
Then they arrived, Cyborgs from another place.
They were welcomed with open arms, the invasion a complete success.
Categories:
cyborgs, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Playing God
Augmenting the insides of damaged goods
more than tiny little bots just chopping wood
You can't even see them miniscule in size
The next intelligent Beings to lead our demise
Swarms will enter the body separate for the search
These are the kind of things never taught in church
The Vatican will deny it while the government supplies it
turning everyone into cyborgs bit by robotic bit
They say for humans to evolve that this is a must
What? Are you serious these are the last people I trust
Nano planes, Nano soldiers, Nano surgeons, Nano bots
Nano little everything whether you like it or not
We can't seem to stop it we're all doomed to pods
Because we'll be rendered useless by whoever's playing God!
bmdavey@05/23/16
Categories:
cyborgs, future, humanity, technology,
Form: Sonnet
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