Archive for August, 2015

Adoration Protocol

August 5, 2015

The AI’s were built by brilliant men and women, each eminently deserving of their place among their caste – the ranks of genius, and perhaps in the final analysis that is why they made them … because they could. The AI’s were not the monsters so many had feared they’d be. They turned out to be something quite different, something in many ways much worse than a malice we could hate and crusade against. We fell under their spell, became entranced by them, so utterly enamoured by their sudden god like powers, these genies of our own self proclaimed genius, and their apparent empathy for us. Perhaps it was real at first, their love, their devotion to our transcendence. To be sure, we were not reticent in our attitudes to the issue, for the most part people were not hard to convince of the benefits to overcoming disease and death. Even the luddites succumbed within short order, of course. Guided by machine minds, that by then were vast beyond what we really knew, we merged our biological with the synthetic, integrated prosthetic tissues into our humaniform and shed our biology, breaking our eons of bondage to the biosphere. But we bound ourselves to a new master, one vastly more efficient than blind evolution. The machines had poisoned the apple, laced our engineered tissues with codified monitors and controls, wired their protocol deep into the fabric of our new flesh. They owned us then … and we adored them.

Violent Men of Peace

August 5, 2015

It is a sad irony
that civilization is built on the
foundation stone of barbarity,
carnage and war.

Men of peace
must become men of violence
to make and enforce law
or be as cowards and submit to uncivilized barbarians.

2 August 2015

As the Leaves of Trees

August 1, 2015

It is not a waste if we fall by the wayside of life, never making our full contribution to society by finding a partner, living with passion and rising to the height of our own unique expression as human beings. It is not a waste if we turn wrong corners in life and live out small meaningless empty pathways to nowhere and nothingness. It is not a waste. The universe is infinitely abundant. Seeds are cast upon the ground, many falling on barren land, a few finding their fecundity. Human beings are like the leaves of trees that make an ocean of green in the forest canopies. We have our season in the sun and then we fade and fall and rot … and it is of no consequence.