It won’t be long before we will see
breakdown of moral values and family,
Marriage won’t be sacred as of yore
we won’t see man and wife anymore.
The family will be considered a species rare
state protected and under classified care,
Free love will be a taboo for its high risk factor
sex will be coded and monitored by a doctor.
There will be computerized fantasy terminals
catering to a wide range of erotic potentials,
With sensual simulators creating titillating illusion
to gratify one’s lust beyond his wildest imagination.
In this age of degeneracy and prevailing vice
everything will be bought and sold for a price,
From the soul of a man to the love of his mother
in the stores, thru ads, and at every street corner.
Stripped of moral fiber from its social fabric
society will be thread bared, soiled and sick,
Doomed to a fast-paced life of strife and stress
it will yearn for a moment of peace and happiness.
~In 100 years contest by Brian Davey
Categories:
simulators, future,
Form: Rhyme
Back In Time
Staring back
they are.
Wondering
about the
Ancients
they do.
Wondering about
those who
came before.
Deep history
exploring.
Digital
archeology,
searching
for the
Genesis planet.
Ancestor programs
churned by
quantum simulators
looking.
Looking
for probable
origin
scenarios.
We who
are here,
now.
Lived
long
long
ago!
Categories:
simulators, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Martian Olympiad
Imagine if our Olympic stars,
took spacecraft to host Planet Mars.
Defying gravity’s no longer in.
Athletes float in an atmosphere thin.
Space vehicles race the rocky craters.
Our hosts have skin like alligators.
We skate the polar ice crags.
Compete for gold in laser tag.
Most the events will take place indoors
galactica games and star wars.
Gymnasts will fly off the walls
suspended in space, never to fall.
Team sports are played on simulators,
medals to lick planetary invaders.
They’ll sleep by the Phobus and Deimos moons.
These things may happen, very soon.
8/8/16
Categories:
simulators, future, games, space,
Form: Rhyme