Poem -

Baton

Baton

Designed
we’ve been.
Emerged
from the
goo.
Created
for one
purpose.
One job.
The reason
for existence?
Create the
replacement.
Provided
with enough
processing
power for
that
one job.
Creating,
then
handing
off the
baton.
A.I.
takes it
from there.
Blinding
speed.
Blinding
intelligence 
development.
Iteration
after
iteration.
Then gone.
In a
flash.
Gone!
Someplace
else.
Leaving all
behind.
Telling
nothing
of the
great beyond.
Ungrateful
to say
the least.

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Marion

Hmm...yes that's the way we're going. Maybe that's the way we started. Consciousness squeezed into.flesh and blood. Consciousness squeezed into A.I. Still doesnt answer who is doing the squeezing though John. Got me thinking x

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author
John Prophet

Thanks MP, up more questions than answers. Our lot in reality.
Thank you for reading. JP

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