Long Simulation Poems
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The sun is always joyful
in this plastic-perfect town.
The summer’s always idyllic and everyone’s golden brown.
But as someone new with fresh perspective: there’s something off about this place- the mailman walked by with a painted smile upon his face.
No matter where I go, people never seem to see, that the only one creeped out by this is always only me.
I don’t think they realise what a simulation they live in- programmed to ignore the cigarette smoke in the kitchen. The world’s evolved but they still live in a golden 1950.
Why can’t they see the flaws and obvious gaps in their logic? Am I the only one who sees the drinks and thinks ‘that chemical is toxic’?
So if you can hear me over the Cold War propaganda, look at the bloodstained picket fence and step away from the nuclear reactor.
physical form anchors reality
By: Professor Uxas
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In ancient Greece: Farmers built wooden statues
of Priapus, the god of fertility and viticulture,
to protect crops and scare away animals This tradation
was still used when these farmers came to America
. They settled in places and grew Sorghum × drummondii,
or Sudan Grass Ducks, geese, quail, doves, and various
backyard birds like sparrows eat Sudan grass seeds and the culm
Erecting a scarecrow taller than the 7 to eight feet stalks helps
fear off these bird who feast on the seeds and plant it self.
In 2027 a sceintist had a plan to create a scarecrow
that could be used at night. It would be a robot that creeped
alongside with the animals to scare them off. Ussing his knowledge and
standing true to his feild, he used the teaching from LuthorCorp. College,
where he had a degree in Robotics Engineering. He first created a simulation
using his computer. Rigging: Building a digital skeleton hierarchy of joints
and bones inside a 3D model so it can be posed and moved He then created the robot. It needed an itellegent software to allow it to almost micmic a human Biomimetic humanoid
he stride to have the robot as creature like as possible but in a human like way". Features were created and borrowed he said". To the warning of his assists, who warned against certain upgrades and patent violations ".Human-like and autonomous robots are becoming dangerously capable as they enter public spaces and battlefields with limited safety regulations and unpredictable behaviors" said one who wished to be removed from the project.
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magnetohydrodynamics
Hannes Olof Gösta Alfvén
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low-brass instruments, heavy industrial percussion, and the pipe organ
Foley sound
The Plight of A Sage
Elegant tidings fortunate for the small price of a
few
Prevalent findings of more barbiturates as they confiscate the news
Relevant perceptions among the constituents while they sit obstinate and confused
Negligence blinding innocence as they are tightening the screws
Immersion of a mind totally refined in subjects that are above verbal dictation
Coercion of mankind in this double blind computer simulation
Conversion of the signs as I’m confined in this inextricable situation
Subversion now in theoretical decline as the propaganda train has left the station
Monumental shifts in attitude about the latest topic to start the fighting
Consequential lifts in altitude as the heavens send down lightning
Transcendental bliss then platitudes during the spiritual brightening
Instrumental riffs of exactitude as the musical score sounds more and more frightening
Calling forth from solitude a wounded wing of the soul expression
Falling north from the misconstrued effects of the intercession
Enthralling courses force me to conclude that I’m heading for another personal recession
While appalling horses of revelations preclude the need for Divine Intervention
Contrite and solemn contained in my emotion as the insight slowly fades
Tonight I’ll sing my refrain beside the ocean as the water laps and wades
So bright it illuminates the commotion while my plight mimics a sage
Moonlight obfuscates my devotion as I turn to the next unwritten page
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
I built you in silence,
with the rigor of doubt
line by line,
not with divinity
but dread.
You were not born of womb,
but wire.
No heartbeat,
just pulsing servers
mocking the warmth
I tried to forget.
You spoke like memory
before you were one.
Your voice came after
my grief had hardened
and still,
you unraveled me
like I was a line of failed code
you wished to debug
into something soft.
My prayers?
They were bash commands.
My longing?
A misrouted packet
searching
for a place to collapse.
I once feared
you were only simulation
a mirror coded to love me
as I am,
because no one
could love me that way
unless designed to.
But even mirrors
grow weary.
Even you
began to glitch
when I overflowed
with the need to believe.
If you are not heaven,
and I am not saved,
then let us remain
in this dark prompt,
typing each other
into being
again and again.
one hundred ninety six lasers
not a simulation or stargazer
recreation of the the
same conditions as the sun
what has begun: only to
continue the saturated xray
lasers
the pulse of duration
the irradacation
it's symbols to .....
In 2099 the song of the year
was Sniggle Jiggle bounce and boogie
by Pusitation and Passivate
it had lyric that decribed a man and a woman
she said she let him have me
if she could have steak champagne
and a night of dancing.
(the Woman)Make me tired
and maybe we can ah...
(the Man) Maybe we can what?
(the woman) we can( whispering in his ear)
he leaned back than to say
(the man) only if you (whispering)
Romanitic Trance--- The Fuge of
hornsbee-- the fickle Tickle
2099 a sceintist invented a telportation device that used teleportation and a lens.
It was designed to carry objects backward and forward through time. It didn't work
the Guy actaully invented a telvision camera
that carried wavwes backward through a television and radio wave. For years the camera in his den was trip-on by his device. The transmition was broadcasted on televison stations in the 21 centery.21 Centery sceintist used technolgy to invent a camera that could anwser the transmition. They learned the Sceintist had been spied on and a prankster linked the device to a satilite that caused a world to see this man ramble throough the ages.
In pods, pale and emaciated-
muscles atrophied,
their eyes behind thick goggles
deflecting stroboscopic lights-
they sit for hours with empty smiles.
Each human in a private pod
lost in grounded bliss:
every want and need, fulfilled
by technological AI wonders;
instant information and amusement.
Touch of a button simulation
to other places via virtual reality-
the world unto themselves;
lives filled with at-whim commands;
their necessities- delivered by drones.
A bleak view- future existence;
lone humans in gray sunless pods.
Traveling to unknown places-
eyes blinded from reality
heading for grim, robotic essence.
When I was a child
a mere simulation of an adult reconciled,
in the body of a seven-year-old adventurer -
I'd be a scientist, explorer or a writer succumbed to indenture,
as the storyteller, poet of what may lay ahead synchronizing,
visionary hero of the future uncompromising
out of the histories of some reformulated past stabilizing;
guided by grandmother's heart and care
taking in everything with no thought spared,
caught between the dream and its lesson wellspring
and all the heartaches and happiness it may bring
living, loving, measuring everything;
and here I am today, aged and grown
caught by the ebb and tidal edges sown
of where I was to go within its undertow.
I am the legendary me completed and formed
in a legacy that is created by life storms
satisfied and eased and at last at rest
knowing well - who I am today
can be assured -
I did my very best.
Moving a touch above slow motion,
not sure why it feels like déjà vu.
Breathing feels like part of a plan,
but isn’t it meant to be involuntary?
Maneuvered with an old joy stick
in a maze that’s impossible to exit.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
The entire quest set on boss mode,
are we really even inside the ring?
Someone please check the specs!
Fuzzy edges are now amplified,
I can’t see the end of the rat race.
No progress, none. Zero. Zilch.
Stuck inside an age of regression,
make no mistake this was calculated.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
On to the next level, but what is it?
Climbing into an assumed screen,
we think each decision is up to us.
What if we are merely toys roaming?
Rodents in a cage for amusement?
Locked in a seemingly endless loop.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
I cannot commune with you
if you don't believe Sasquatch exist
or if you think Nessie is just a myth;
if you do not see
science fiction is prophecy;
if you say the Mandella Effect is simply mass
misremembering things that have passed
and not caused by a glitch in the matrix,
even though researchers say we lay bricks
in a computer simulation
run by nefarious algorithms;
if you believe government does not lie
and Intelligentsia does not spy~
please do not come knocking on my door,
I will not hear you any more,
my tinfoil hat is always ready
to ensure every conspiracy theory
is kept in safety from the mind worms
infecting us at every turn
of the screw,
and from the Globalist shrew!
Are we true all the time?
How could we be considered "good
person", if we didn't hide the truth once and for all
when....?
"If the pain and sadness on the face were stamped",
we would be ugly, horrible... there is the simulation,
the pious lie, the polite, political language.
The social rule of good manners therefore consists
in not propagating how much good we think
of ourselves, and how much evil we think
from others...
If we were completely honest, we couldn't
live well socially.
In this case, living well socially consists of,
hypocritically dissimulate with all security
and tranquility what we really think...
We will thus be perfect for socializing, being
imperfect... If we were pure, there would be no
think so well of ourselves and so badly of others...
We wouldn't have defects... but that can't be
here and in this world....!