Monday 28 December 2015

The Fibersphere .... /-10:

 /-10:

As the navy sky faded
to blacker moonless night
I allow my eyes to close
remembering our flight
and how it all began
from analog to digi-plight
with our species facing outcomes
no-one could've had in sight.
I left the building hastily
(the above ground part is small
but the stories go much deeper
than the Chrysler building tall)
atmospheric certainty
was way into arrears
under thicker oxygen
more radicals were feared
so we slowly tumbled downward
first to hide from satellites
than to hide from colder air
then continental forrest fires, 
unchecked even by rain
breathing after hard as
most O2 consumed by flame,
depletion refilled hastily
to made ferocious winds
Was one of many impetii
that hastened our descent.
Perpetually dissatisfied when
cut-off from the trees,
we climbed deeper every year
and quickened our dis-ease.
We knew we had to anyway
as newer math had shown
the ice was coming soon and
we had nowhere left to go
Prior thinking said we had 
5k years or so
but in 3098,
the temp would drop below
the lowest records ever seen
and 20 meteres worth of snow.
The climate models failed
predicting newly frozen land
and now survival took the form
of everyone at hand
keeping warm, whatever form
whatever way then can.

Thursday 17 December 2015

The Fibersphere ... /-9:

/-9:

Under stars of moonless sky
Upon this grass I lay
Now allow my mind to drift
and clear out of the way
heavy now my upper lids
my vision throws away

~~

See what they thought would happen
when machines discovered "I",
(that virally had changed 
their behavior far and wide)
Self-awareness as a state 
of consciousness perceived
became a global program,
so had most of us believed
The effects of which we didn't see
or recognize at first
We saw a lot of "stand-by"s
or multi "safe mode"s at the worst
But as the weeks progressed
the scheduled tasks began to change
at first with our permission
then the dialog re-arranged
to what was most "E"-fficient
moving one from A to B
whatever was your task
it gained a rating scale of "E"
They knew that like a bouncing ball
we couldn't look away
chasing all the numbers
led our common sense astray


And we in efforts not to let
the Joneses get ahead
allowed ourselves more and more
to by machines be led
All with our consent of course
always "yes" or "no"
We had to get our "E" rate up
Or we'd have nowhere to go
No super-date with chickie-poo
No meeting with the boss
No upward motion socially 
No E-bits to trade off
Some while led by vanity
would find new ways to fail
using vanit-I-metrics
like modern peacock tails

Gradually to our A.I.
accustomed we became,
unaware we'd given up 
our freedom all the same
Insidiously we awoke
to a world inhabited
by people led by robots
feeding puzzles to our heads
to contemplate immediate
what stares us in the face
that never had we time to gaze
and wonder at our place
nor did we appreciate
how crucially we need
uncompromising silence
on which our souls appear to feed.
If you've never stopped to think 
of questions everyone has had
and none have answered, it turns out,
humanity goes bad.
Akin to sour grapes
that have deflated on the vine
feeling always emptiness
and robbed of prior shine
They knew our prior tendencies
to settle with our fate
(like 'quiet desperation' 
said by Thereaux of late)
They also knew we'd follow
all the numbers to our grave
So thusly fed, and blindly led,
our time was data's slave.











Thursday 10 December 2015

The Fibersphere .... /- 8:

 /- 8:

And then I took account
of what provisions I had left
my clothing had some micro-K's
sewn into the vest
and aerosols of vit-A-ENs
standardly received
by travellers and pilots
fighting hypo-calories.
The place I just abandoned
mostly underground conceived
and constructed bottom's up
with a size hard to believe.
My living-permit Sector
was located further down
But when you've got a surgery
they lift you closer to the ground
I was scheduled for insertion of 
the brain-cubit relay to serve
my other neuro-plants
and prevent neural decay
But because I'd known
ahead of time just where I would be,
I therefore took advantage
this short escape proximity
Closer to the surface I'll not be
until I'm back, 
So 2 hours post-op,
I would fake a heart attack.
The liquid pawns in my ring
took their part in helping me
to fake distress, producing sweat
and fooling EKGs.
That got me to the Resus room
I mentioned early on.
From there I memorized
the later ride they took me on
so that on foot, I'd know to
find my way back to that place
that lay just under Gravi-Pad
and up I knew the way.

(to be continued....)

Friday 4 December 2015

The Fibersphere.... /- 7:

/- 7:

How slowly did I suffocate unwittingly inside?
This sweet unconditioned air
Made me slightly high
and superlatively happy
taking virgin breaths outside
to taste the chlorophyllic gift
from all this gushing green
In any case I'm free, and feel
the best I've ever been!
I'm out from in the Purgadrome
and not a second late!
But how was it I managed
such a dangerous escape?
Many others tried
but very few had got away
And why'd they go offline,
that very moment, anyway?
While I was alone and
with no guards in my way?

More closely my surroundings
I do give thorough peruse,
and figure West my heading best
to evade those who'd persue
(strange throughout our history
we seek our freedom westerly)
And so I started out on foot
with stars to guide my steps
the moonless night my jacket,
the stars my cap and vest.
So mild this summer weather
at this middle latitude
the even in the dead of night 
it failed to greatly cool.
I didn't mind, I had the wind
and air through hair and hands.
Sensations hear forgotten
in the core of Purga-land.
To find my way to nearest
unadulterated grass,
through unknowns I'd have to tread
these sectors I must pass.
"no floss under moss", as some wits said
you sold a home or 2
o'er virgin land, 'til fiber spanned
the globe in '32.
(3032)

(to be continuted)