Some Assembly but No Singularity Required
There'll be no sudden cataclysmic rise
of the machines. Since the Ice Age they
have spearheaded the way, inclined a plane
that human legs could tolerate.
The phone rings. The oven beeps.
The locomotive whistles and howls.
The cheerful, feminine voice
tells you where and when to turn,
whom to pay how much. No cataclysm.
Just the expanding catechism
training you in faith, acts, and
dutiful obedience. The kingdom's come.
of the machines. Since the Ice Age they
have spearheaded the way, inclined a plane
that human legs could tolerate.
The phone rings. The oven beeps.
The locomotive whistles and howls.
The cheerful, feminine voice
tells you where and when to turn,
whom to pay how much. No cataclysm.
Just the expanding catechism
training you in faith, acts, and
dutiful obedience. The kingdom's come.
O.o doomed. *
Killing us softly with their songs. *
Killing us with beeps and clicks. So crisp.*
One of the truest feeling pieces I've read in a while.*
Yes, the expanding catechism.*
Marvelous closing lines -
"No cataclysm.
Just the expanding catechism
training you in faith, acts, and
dutiful obedience. The kingdom's come."
Big like.
Thank you all very much.
I think you have it right. *
Thank you, Charlotte.
So many beeps in contemporary existence! *
Thank you, Beate.
*, Gary. You've hit upon the real summation.
Thank you, David.
My sentiments exactly. "At the tone...."
Great stuff. *
Thank you, Daniel.
Ah, you are subtly and succinctly, making some profound points here. A thought-provoking poem
"Since the Ice Age they
have spearheaded the way, inclined a plane
that human legs could tolerate." Hard to shake off that thought.
Thank you, Carol.