If so, the demise then was one of, abusing life's
beauty through audacious progressive advances.
Saturated by world reliance of the digital scream...
Are we,
So dense in material consciousness we exist...
Too far gone to turn back to ways of natural being?
Are computers like humans, to evolve with their own
unique consciousness?
No choice will we have in this, to use... or not use
Imposed mental process,
Spurned through broken cycles into social regress,
I dare to think what 50 or more years will bring,
Is it the war of worlds with hopeful air never ending?
Will an intervention from the sky bring a eureka
moment pending?
Questions are many yet answers come cryptically
Bending,
When found; its not the truth: but the start of more
Questions perplexing,
To settle then!
On a new renaissance, or that ever expected doom
Or a choice signifying a compassionate beginning?
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