An Earth Synthetic
1. Under The Firmament
life under the dome
now the sun has lost its reach
we incubate in artificial heat
we cannot breed, left
to stagnate, our race
once prevalent has long
since been erased,
all thoughts are chipped,
tracked, removed from
our minds, harvested
countless times inside
of the machine
there are no memories left,
they’ve been wiped clean,
testosterone,
is siphoned for fuel,
those that can’t produce
are taken and killed,
then fed into a colossal machine
that feeds and feeds,
the human form is no longer
recognized or required,
all emotions are hardwired,
those that breathe
are mechanized, controlled
by a central mainframe,
this intelligence has no conscience,
it can’t be led astray,
there’s no way out
it holds your DNA,
it’s under your skin,
there’s no sense in fighting,
the sooner you give in
the better you’ll feel – wait and see
your synthetic will mirror
you perfectly, it will know
who you are, and what you’ve seen
having been harvested countless times
inside of the machine,
it has no off switch,
no ability to dream,
dreams are redundant,
they can’t be recreated from source,
those ‘dreamers’ who resist
will be removed by force
no one saw it coming,
all but a chosen few,
the strategy was implemented
gradually, then systematically
followed through, step by step,
covert precision was used to build a
totalitarian prison,
leading to distrust and division,
human behavior was managed
through a series of algorithms,
families were displaced,
lovers were lost in the fight,
my wife, I couldn’t save her,
all the pieces of the
transhumanist agenda
were now complete,
it was all so very simple,
starting with a handheld
device that contained
and controlled our lives,
through repeated disinformation
they were able to divide and
reprogram nations,
we’re all to blame for our
carelessness, unaware that
technology was slowly
relocating our consciousness,
it was no longer sacred,
no longer ours,
it was collected and used
to instigate wars,
I fled as soon as I had the chance,
hours before the firmament
was cast, set and secured
in place, it was the only
way to escape, up through
the jet stream and passed
the outer regions, I was
alone, determined to fight
for a meaningful existence,
my heart and mind
my only resistance,
with both still intact
I boarded the escape pod
and never looked back
2. Relocation – The Isle Of Cheetah
it could have been days,
months,
weeks
before I woke from cryogenic sleep,
all this time in isolation
has left me weak,
with orbit reached,
the pods system disengages,
it performs healing
in three separate stages,
vital vitamins and minerals
are dispensed into my system,
after 12 hours my immunity
will fight any disease and infection,
to combat dehydration
fluid is fed through
a tube in my nose,
my nervous system
is stimulated by hundreds
of tiny little electrodes,
slowly,
now with the worst
behind me,
I look to the future free,
free from modern slavery,
free from a system that
doesn’t speak for me,
where human consciousness
pales into insignificance,
dying at the hands of
an artificial intelligence
that we cannot trust
or ever control,
I’m prepared to fight anything
to maintain my soul,
I buckle and brace
for the landing,
through the glass,
in the distance,
I see her,
the speck on the horizon
‘the isle of cheetah’,
it’s a place I’ve pictured
in my dreams,
it’s like nothing I’ve
ever seen
3. Landing
ten .. ten
nine .. nine
eight .. eight
seven .. seven
six .. six
five .. five
four .. four
three .. three
two .. two
one .. one
4. Transition
my feet sink in the soil
a cold, sterile breeze
signals it’s safe to breathe,
what stands before me?
hope in all its frailty,
ancient monuments
and monoliths
stand like rigid archetypes,
the echoes
of one thousand armies
having fallen on their sword,
it's a poignant reminder
of the truth I must reward,
I’ll work on this land
until my fingers bleed,
I’ll turn the soil and
hoe the weed,
damage my posture
just to keep my dignity,
through all this labour
what stands at the end?
maybe, someday I can love again,
there’s nothing as never-ending,
it’s the arc in the inevitable
the untruth in the fable
it will touch us only when
we’re able
to house it in our heart,
I’ll hold it dear, even though,
it might, one day, tear me apart,
the storms I’ve wept,
the oceans I’ve crawled from
have left me tired and worn
but when the seeds
have been sown
and a new life is born,
I can then finally rest my head,
knowing
there's nothing left to mourn
life under the dome
now the sun has lost its reach
we incubate in artificial heat
we cannot breed, left
to stagnate, our race
once prevalent has long
since been erased,
all thoughts are chipped,
tracked, removed from
our minds, harvested
countless times inside
of the machine
there are no memories left,
they’ve been wiped clean,
testosterone,
is siphoned for fuel,
those that can’t produce
are taken and killed,
then fed into a colossal machine
that feeds and feeds,
the human form is no longer
recognized or required,
all emotions are hardwired,
those that breathe
are mechanized, controlled
by a central mainframe,
this intelligence has no conscience,
it can’t be led astray,
there’s no way out
it holds your DNA,
it’s under your skin,
there’s no sense in fighting,
the sooner you give in
the better you’ll feel – wait and see
your synthetic will mirror
you perfectly, it will know
who you are, and what you’ve seen
having been harvested countless times
inside of the machine,
it has no off switch,
no ability to dream,
dreams are redundant,
they can’t be recreated from source,
those ‘dreamers’ who resist
will be removed by force
no one saw it coming,
all but a chosen few,
the strategy was implemented
gradually, then systematically
followed through, step by step,
covert precision was used to build a
totalitarian prison,
leading to distrust and division,
human behavior was managed
through a series of algorithms,
families were displaced,
lovers were lost in the fight,
my wife, I couldn’t save her,
all the pieces of the
transhumanist agenda
were now complete,
it was all so very simple,
starting with a handheld
device that contained
and controlled our lives,
through repeated disinformation
they were able to divide and
reprogram nations,
we’re all to blame for our
carelessness, unaware that
technology was slowly
relocating our consciousness,
it was no longer sacred,
no longer ours,
it was collected and used
to instigate wars,
I fled as soon as I had the chance,
hours before the firmament
was cast, set and secured
in place, it was the only
way to escape, up through
the jet stream and passed
the outer regions, I was
alone, determined to fight
for a meaningful existence,
my heart and mind
my only resistance,
with both still intact
I boarded the escape pod
and never looked back
2. Relocation – The Isle Of Cheetah
it could have been days,
months,
weeks
before I woke from cryogenic sleep,
all this time in isolation
has left me weak,
with orbit reached,
the pods system disengages,
it performs healing
in three separate stages,
vital vitamins and minerals
are dispensed into my system,
after 12 hours my immunity
will fight any disease and infection,
to combat dehydration
fluid is fed through
a tube in my nose,
my nervous system
is stimulated by hundreds
of tiny little electrodes,
slowly,
now with the worst
behind me,
I look to the future free,
free from modern slavery,
free from a system that
doesn’t speak for me,
where human consciousness
pales into insignificance,
dying at the hands of
an artificial intelligence
that we cannot trust
or ever control,
I’m prepared to fight anything
to maintain my soul,
I buckle and brace
for the landing,
through the glass,
in the distance,
I see her,
the speck on the horizon
‘the isle of cheetah’,
it’s a place I’ve pictured
in my dreams,
it’s like nothing I’ve
ever seen
3. Landing
ten .. ten
nine .. nine
eight .. eight
seven .. seven
six .. six
five .. five
four .. four
three .. three
two .. two
one .. one
4. Transition
my feet sink in the soil
a cold, sterile breeze
signals it’s safe to breathe,
what stands before me?
hope in all its frailty,
ancient monuments
and monoliths
stand like rigid archetypes,
the echoes
of one thousand armies
having fallen on their sword,
it's a poignant reminder
of the truth I must reward,
I’ll work on this land
until my fingers bleed,
I’ll turn the soil and
hoe the weed,
damage my posture
just to keep my dignity,
through all this labour
what stands at the end?
maybe, someday I can love again,
there’s nothing as never-ending,
it’s the arc in the inevitable
the untruth in the fable
it will touch us only when
we’re able
to house it in our heart,
I’ll hold it dear, even though,
it might, one day, tear me apart,
the storms I’ve wept,
the oceans I’ve crawled from
have left me tired and worn
but when the seeds
have been sown
and a new life is born,
I can then finally rest my head,
knowing
there's nothing left to mourn
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