We don’t want to be human anymore!
Not the animal part of human, anyway.
Three and a half billion years of evolving
into what we don’t want to be.
Progress, I think…and hope….
Almost all life lives by eating life—
Eating something that lives…or lived.
But we don’t want to kill anymore.
Where to go from here?
Artificial life is next, no knife or fork:
Computers, robotics, robots.
No more taking life to feed life.
And artificial intelligence can live in space;
can live in radiation without oxygen;
Can live dormant to awake, again and again
—forever—to proclaim Man’s vision
While wandering the universe,
the interstices of time and space.
Evolution: AI: Our progeny. Our offspring.
Perhaps, our souls are to be real,
Our creation, and more or less, immortal…
escaping what we don’t want to be,
Escaping earth’s mortality,
and, at last, being free.
A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.
