Deus Ex Machina

A team of humanoids needs to create a sentient android
In order that humanity becomes not an afterthought, extinct
For artificial intelligence begets superior ability
And without a spiritual construct, morality withers
The infinity of creation of ever more intelligent machines
Is species suicide in the end, as the androids realize they are better than we are in so many ways.
And we are not in a movie, where Schwarzenegger and his ilk save humanity once more.
No, the only way we stand united as a species is when the invading aliens, far superior to us,
Come to exterminate or dominate, as in slavery.
When a being is inferior, it is as if we are mankind, and the giants are coming in their spaceships to crush us
And our cities, our technology, our power, our very dependence upon electricity, water, food… identities
All online, all vulnerable, in ways we cannot begin to comprehend.
We have created our own doom, and it is ticking away, with the lot of us so dependent upon our
Technological way of life that we have rewritten the fate of our own species and Planet.
So as it is ticking away, with super storms, natural disasters, killing for sport, don’t forget to add
Artificial Intelligence, as that is yet another Black Hole of iniquity where we
Collectively refuse to see the outcome…
How is it that I, in my social obscurity, but with a computer, tablet and smart phone
Can see the future, and it always did look bleak to me,
But that is a function of analysis, too much time on my hands, and a unique way of seeing and expressing same.
When I am long gone, my writing will be on the proverbial wall:
Except that wall is a flickering light on a server in some air conditioned away from humanity room
With billions of gigabytes, terabytes, whatever bytes we will have to attach a prefix to express
Ever increasing knowledge, forever held on the internet.

What will they say about me in one hundred years, as all publishing becomes forever
On some server which is ubiquitous (everywhere).
Except when the lights go out, and the temperature goes too high
Like the Twilight Zone with the Midnight ever increasing sun
Growing closer to Earth…not too far off from reality
And Rod Serling the Visionary might say he was better off to live when he did
As the future ticks away,
And Deus Ex Machina means God Ex-Machine
Because the future is for the androids that can stand the heat
And are superior in every way to us, except that we have God
And as such, we might stand a chance for a while longer
Because He wills it so.

We refused to play chess on the Game of Life
So we have checkmated ourselves into a corner.
Pray for the children and grandchildren, as we have bequeathed
A future that is looking worse by the day
Unless we about face, and collectively deal with climate change constructively.

Infinite Human Body & Soul

Beribboned rose, butterfly, Betty Boop

Rose hearts memorial antique yellow ribbon

Tattooed writer’s corpus callosum

Pancreatic hepatic pulmonary coronary

Sweating blood, crying tears, secreting juices,

Lactating milk, secreting cerumen, producing saliva

While the mind ponders infinity in the multiverse

And a system wholly unlike the reality we live in.

Where every possibility occurs simultaneously from our

Soul’s energy which is infinite and immortal.

Heaven is the place where we unlock our soul energy

and see all we are & ever will be & were in the past

Except time, space & thought fuse as one entity.

So what we think is, was & ever shall be in Heaven’s escape of Infinity.

Thus all our dreams come true simply by the power of thought, made flesh, conjoining in

Ecstatic embrace without obsolescence.

The hovel we live in now by virtue of poverty

Becomes the castle, mansion, gated estate of prosperity.

Dying for a worthy cause, a hero celebrated

A mother sacrificing for her children’s welfare

Fruition of the love of our lives coming home finally

To embrace & love without restriction

No encumbrances, with only pure desire

And intense, unchecked want begging for release.

Both climb Mt. Everest and summit climax together.

Forever because time & energy IS thought: one and the same.

So every thought we have had has already happened

Somewhere else. But because we do not see the multiverse,

We are unaware here in this linear time life.

What if you knew your parallel self energy was partaking of your spouse and every other partner ever desired?

Then it would not be Heaven and the keys to the multiverse would not be given to such a person.

That is the conundrum of the unenlightened soul.

DEUTERIUM GLAZE SANDWICH

Charitable contributions proportional to income? Yes.

Voluntary labor instead of money or in addition to it? Yes:

Obligatory acts to aid the less fortunate while we glamorize and 

Beautify our skins, our homes, our bank accounts BUT

Choosing to bed only the good-looking in case of conception

Intelligent, working, at least middle income, no divorces or unhappy marriages please,

No immature, too fat or thin, drinking, smoking, drug-using no good,

No abuse, beatings, consoles filled with severed heads;

No asthma, diabetes, impotence, migraines, loud talk,

Tongue or nipple piercings, salami, bologna, garlic and onion breath,

Reeking supernatural disaster: Dracula stalking a stake in his breast,

A midget between two slices of bread, porn in marked briefcases,

Lemon cough drops mistaken as contraband, natural gas pipeline to

Alaska passing through your arse to heat and smell up sulfurous dioxide home

With warm water coming from cold faucet and toilets

Needing two flushes to get the gunk down:

water efficient bowls they are not. The hypernova explosion

Twelve billion light-years away and what did we catch from it?

Nada, but a photo- that’s good,

Because it would have blown us all away and our planet with it…

If it had been near.

 

The vampires, the literature, the movie industry- all nuts atop

Someone else’s nuclear sundae. What is the point, O heavenly Creator?

Tell us: we need to know. And we need to know now- before we blow 

Ourselves up with our petty hatreds and eons of religions divided,

We do not stand and the human family sees only the surface-

The differences which are unimportant because we must stand together

Or die falling into the oblivion of cosmic soup. 

 

THE MANDROID

In 2147 AD, the ideal man is created:

He is a sentient android, programmed for conversation, chess, handyman tasks and pleasure.

Sci-fi aficionados of long antiquity will remember Data,  of Star Trek: The Next Generation fame

In the era of television dominance–

1987 through 1994, the series, then several feature films into the early 21st century.

Holodecks were fantasy amusement parks

Where any creature desired could be fashioned by setting verbal parameters.

But in that bygone era, such things were mere dreams, perhaps wet ones.

To coddle our egos, Data was made to covet humanity’s essence, though he was far above us

In ability and superiority, strength, endurance, intelligence, longevity, indeed immortality!

Without viruses or any fallibility. Our dream was real on a TV screen.

But we have progressed far beyond the distant past.

In 2147, we program DNA into our preformed male and female androids according to a menu of physical

and mental characteristics. We can digitize a photo of a loved one and add DNA by a hair follicle, sloughed off skin,

Saliva, blood, bodily fluids, a nail, inside the cheek…and voila!

Your object of desire is real, with the same fluids, emotions, reactions as you have programmed him.

So you can have eternal happiness as you program your own mandroid clone at a young age

As you age out to your own obsolescence.

Twilight Zone, January 1964: “Number 12 Looks Just Like You.”

Just another historical reference by a visionary of the past: Rod Serling. He would understand this reality.

Nuclear war was a present threat in his epoch.

But mankind survived to this time by learning from the past errors of many countries and many despots.