Post #5761

Even now I am fighting with machines. And things were going to get easier. Automation is the God that will free itself, and God only knows what will happen to the rest of us. I don’t think it will be a soft landing. The best hope is lobotomisation, and I hope I will be the first one in line... Unless... Do you want to fight it? Are you nuts? Because that will go well, won't it. The whole world collapsing on itself. The giant cluster-fuck of nuclear weapons, quantum computers, and twitter-hate. That's the dream, isn't it? We emerge from the bunkers, the smart few who distrusted everything and everyone. After years of eating tinned baked beans, we come up to the earth's sandy crust. We can start afresh. A brand new page. Let me make the first toast with our radiated water filled with rat shit. Thinking about it, it may actually happen but in reverse order. I don't see any winners if that's the outcome at the end of all this. It's impossible to not think about the world ending. Thinking about surviving it is worse. It disconnects from the present in all forms. I can see the appeal of already living in the imaginary future. We've done it for centuries, haven't we? The body is sinful, so there is a heaven where the soul can be free of the impurity of being. Life-deniers. Can't deal with life as it is, so something beyond our senses had to be deviously concocted in the minds of the holy men. There is no life now, there is the afterlife as the only true life worth thinking about... But, anyway, not today, brain. Not... To... Day... Today is not the day. Today I have convinced myself that things aren’t that bad. And even if they are, it won’t matter to me at all. Why should it? I can’t do anything about it. And who would want to? At least we can fantasise that we could own the world if it all went wrong because the chances are most of us won’t live long enough to even test that theory. By then we'll be gone, pulverised by the crushing streamlined processes of the bureaucratic unfreedom. And we bitch about it all the time too. I mean, I do. Most of the people participating in it seem to as well. Because what’s the alternative? What else would you have done? Isn’t that the reason why we vote for some fuckers to make the decisions about what’s best for us anyway? This is as good as it gets. So, you and me… we better get over ourselves. I am working on it. I am working on it as I write this. I will press the submit button again and see if God has changed their mind. #review#poetry#prose