got this
spreading,
tingling,
numbing,
pulsating,
stabbing,
throbbing,
pain
that won’t take a
vacation,
that won’t give itself a
rest,
that won’t lighten
up &
i’m wondering
doc,
if this is a
warning sign
that i, as a
human,
just wasn’t built to
live beyond
30…
and yet we insist
as a fervently curious
technologically progressive
species,
that i should.
in this interim
between the biological &
the transhuman, between the
transhuman &
the enhanced version of
whatever might be left of
me if my dice are rolled
right,
i eagerly await your
diagnosis.
Categories:
transhuman, life,
Form: Free verse
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?
Categories:
transhuman, life,
Form: Free verse