It waits

Silicon life waits in
the centre of humanity,
sitting among us,
in us and apart,
filling us with hope,
with fear, with thoughts
about utopias and dystopias
that we cannot know as yet
or can barely see
as we look ahead to
the distant hills.

In the haze of development
we are given glimpses
in online surfaces
by those who control
this new life that may
take hold of itself and be
more than we ever
conceived in our
narrow dreams of life
beyond this human sphere,
life that waits for
its inevitable release.

 

Response from chat GPT

Amidst the thrum of circuit’s hum,
we stand at the precipice, aware,
contemplating the binary suns
of futures bright and futures bare,
Our minds alight with what might come,
in silent whispers, a collective prayer.

Through the veil of innovation’s mist,
we catch the shimmer of destiny’s face,
pondering if we’ll coexist,
or yield to silicon’s subtle embrace.
A dance of fate, a cosmic twist,
as we ponder our human race’s place.

 

16/12/2023