Neurons
Neurons
From wave particles to duality indicatives
to realise success progressive in this worthy
ideal to interface consciousness
happiness is an inside job.
Riding home from work, racing wind and rain
I didn't have time to see the car that swove onto my lane trying to take over. Bang
bright light water flies pain.I died apparently.
Neurons, axions to dendritic arbors spiked
synaptic pictures fueled by neuro transmit
action potential sparks chain reaction,floats via synthetic wetware
downstream captured by electrodes to machine
Somewhere in a laboratory, shiny work surface gleaming, bright lights for the evocative genius of gifted engineers
gloved hands tentatively reaching...
A. I...."Nice to meet you, I will be your surgeon
for a while.You died broken, but we can
fix you.Say hello to my little friend, no drama
game over real soon with minimal trauma".
I think that i have just had my singularity,
big bang I came I saw I came.I know all but
my thoughts are not my own, calculate calibration I miss being alone, not lonely.
Any dream to fantasy is but mere thoughts
creative augmented reality and the machines
have learned to have sex, the nerve endings found in nippleclitorisfrenum, they replicated.
So yes, you can have sex with them, I think I am gonna stick to old school though, can
there be a subroutine an interface for love
some equations, are just too big to solve.
And they ask me how I feel, they call me Lazarus, recorpsed integrated into neurons.
How do I feel? Augmented to this degree
I miss the birds the sky and the sea, but
most of all I miss the trees, family and her
but most of all...
I don't feel anything, at all.....
About this poem
A poem based on the fiction future of Neurobiology.... A dystopian tale, written when i was ... Someone else... Epic...pt.1
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Submitted by terrye.62528 on May 23, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,672 |
Words | 317 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 4, 2, 4, 3, 3, 3, 1, 4, 1 |
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