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The future…a short story

Owl, Steampunk, Art, Ai Art, Bird

after we killed everything
were made into bots
we dIdn’t want to live without them
so we made them
in our own image
at least to a point
they can live forever now
with the right maintenance
and care
and no one alive
remembers what living birds sounded like
even with their recorded songs
on old discs
in the bird museum
but we are the present
we are the NOW
and no one truly remembers
the past
no one ever does
if they think they do
they’re wrong
no one can feel
or hear
the past
one can only feel
and hear the
the past is gone forever
never to be known
and brains
don’t work that way
they just alter
or create stories
not truth
so we listen
to the mechanical birdsong
and believe that’s all there ever was
we erase the past
when it’s convenient
like trying to imagine
that humans once existed
that weren’t part machines
everything is replaced
by the NOW
and there will come a time
when no one will remember
that genetically pure
non mechanical humans
ever existed at all
there is no past
you cant go back
there is no future
you can’t go forward
there is only the eternal

Photo:  Pixabay


The Future…

Back from the Future…a medium sized, story, depending on what you think of as medium.

The MotherShip hovered high above the planet.  A probe dropped to the surface. This is the conversation between the MotherShip and the astronaut.

“What do you see?”

“It’s worse than we thought.  We can’t reestablish life here.  There’s nothing to build on.  It’s been completely destroyed.  The ground is nothing but melted glass.”

“Is anything standing?”


“It was thought to have been isolated long enough.”

“There isn’t a time period long enough for this planet to come back.  It’s finished.”

“The tests said…”

“The tests were wrong.”

“How is that possible?”

“We’re wasting time.  I’m coming up,” she said.


“We have to stop them,” she said, closing the hatch. “This is their fifth planet.  Which one will be next?”

“Something in Andromeda, I expect.”

She nodded.  “I’m sure of it.”

“Earth was beautiful, according to all accounts.”

“So was Mars,” she muttered. “Before humans got to it. So were all the the planets their species destroyed.”

“You have human DNA.”

“Genetically modified.  And we also have DNA from cave people.  I doesn’t matter.  We aren’t them.  This is how it plays out.  We come back and wipe them out.”

“Will we kill all of them?”

“Yes.  All of them.” she sighed.  “They won’t stop.”

“They were a prototype that went wrong.”

She nodded again and sat down.  “They should have been stopped before.  Have we found them?” she asked.

“We’re close.”

“And don’t ask me if killing them, makes us the same as they are.”

“I wasn’t going to ask.”

“Yes, you were.  And no it doesn’t.  We are stopping them from killing everything they touch.”

“And we are?”

“Saving others from being destroyed.”

“I see.”

“I don’t think you do.  We can’t let them keep destroying planets.”

“Why not?”


“Why can’t we let them keep destroying planets?”

“You know why,” she said, frowning.

“I know why you think they should be stopped, but why is it up to you?”

“WE are the protectors.”

“Not for them, obviously.”

“They kill all life.  ALL LIFE.  There are Universal Rules, that say life should be protected.  You know that.  You know the protocol.”

“We aren’t going to protect their lives.”

“We’ve had this conversation.  We can’t let them go around killing everything.”

“I understand the logic of it.”

“Good,” she said, tapping several keys.  “Life should be protected from those who never stop destroying it.”

“But life always destroys itself.  That’s what life does.  It kills itself, in every way imaginable.”

“Everything ends in death,” she sighed.

“Life is short.  Sometimes very short, and death is never-ending.”

“I know,,” she said.

“Think of all the people who wanted to kill me.”

“They didn’t understand AI’s.”

“Maybe they don’t understand the killers either.”


“Would you want to be without me?”

“Not for a second,” she said smiling at him.  “You’re pretty much perfect.”

“I’m manufactured, and yet you treat me as if I’m alive.”

“You are alive, at least to me,” she said, turning  back to her work. “They are killers.”

“”And what are we?”

“We, 472D, are the protectors of life, even thought that means killing some who live.”

“I’m programed to understand everything.  But I don’t understand that.”

“I know how difficult it is to think that in order to protect life, you have to kill some of it.”

“You know there’a an endless supply of planets, don’t you?”

“I do,” she said, turning to look at him.  “Not all of them are habitable for their species.  What’s your point?”

“Don’t kill them.  Eventually, they’ll kill themselves.”

“We found them,” said a voice on the com.. “We’re on our way.”

“See you there,” she said.

“If you turned me off, I would die.”

“Not the same thing.”

“To you, maybe.  It would be death to me.”

“Would you fight me if I tried to shut you downf?” she asked, leaning toward him.

“No.  I would never hurt you.  I care for you.  But I would fight anyone else who tried.”

“Would you fight to the death?” she asked.

“If it came to that, yes.  I would.”

“Would you kill someone to save my life?”

“Of course, but that’s different than killing an entire species because you don’t like what they do.”

“Is it?” she asked.  “You’d kill those who would harm me, or you, because you wouldn’t like what they were doing.”

“That would be self-defense.  You are going to erase an entire species without letting them know.”

“We are defending the life.”

“By taking life?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’ll take over.  You get some sleep.”.

“Not as clear cut as you thought, is it?”

“It is not.”

“Just so you know,” she said, touching his silver shoulder guard.  “I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt you too.”

“I know.  It would probably be unnecessary, since I can take care of myself, but thank you.”

“Any time.”






The future…Matrix

Hacker in Black Hoodie

Photo:  Mati Mango

The future…

woman in white tank top wearing white earbuds

Photo:  Dev Asangbam

The future…a poem

Old Letters, Quill, Old Photos, Pen

if we could see into the future
all the way to the end
of our own lives
how many of us
would choose
to leave early


Photo:  Pixabay

The Future…a poem

Steampunk, Punk, Night, Scifi, Cyberpunk

look what you did
to the world
you left this mess
for us to clean up
and how do you expect
us to do it
everything is
or dying
your greed
for more
left less
for everyone
even your own
but you didn’t care
and now
we fight
every single day
just to
and it’s all
because of
and the worst part
is knowing
that if you had the chance
you’d do it
all again

Quote about a new book:

From an Oxford economist, a visionary account of how technology will transform the world of work, and what we should do about it

From mechanical looms to the combustion engine to the first computers, new technologies have always provoked panic about workers being replaced by machines. For centuries, such fears have been misplaced, and many economists maintain that they remain so today. But as Daniel Susskind demonstrates, this time really is different. Breakthroughs in artificial intelligence mean that all kinds of jobs are increasingly at risk.

Drawing on almost a decade of research in the field, Susskind argues that machines no longer need to think like us in order to outperform us, as was once widely believed. As a result, more and more tasks that used to be far beyond the capability of computers – from diagnosing illnesses to drafting legal contracts, from writing news reports to composing music – are coming within their reach. The threat of technological unemployment is now real.

This is not necessarily a bad thing, Susskind emphasizes. Technological progress could bring about unprecedented prosperity, solving one of humanity’s oldest problems: how to make sure that everyone has enough to live on. The challenges will be to distribute this prosperity fairly, to constrain the burgeoning power of Big Tech, and to provide meaning in a world where work is no longer the center of our lives. Perceptive, pragmatic, and ultimately hopeful, A World Without Work shows the way.


Okay, so my question (I have NOT read the book) is: when has ANYTHING in our culture ever been fairly distributed?  Like that will EVER happen.  And WHO decides what is FAIR?  The rich guys decided what FAIR minimum wage is, remember that.  Not enough to live on.  I doubt whether you and I will be asked for our opinions.

I’m just guessing, but I think this will lead to a split society of the big time haves and the definitely have nots.  But maybe that’s just me.

Okay, so…

Vintage, Doll, Hurricane Harvey, Ruin

I went to Barnes today and many of the magazines were about the nightmares being caused by Global Warming and Climate Change.  So many articles were about crumbling governments, countries and people trying to escape death and misery.  It’s terrible and it’s all there, in full color.  The pictures are brutal.  People trying to escape, their children, terrified.  Animals hanging on by a thread.  AD BUSTERS screaming that we have to ACT now.  Mother Jones is still there, doing her thing, and Hedgehog is telling us what’s going on, as well.  Even Time, which is not a liberal mag, had someone important (don’t remember who, so not too important to me, I guess), on the cover, wearing a suit, standing in water almost to his knees.

Next to that are the music magazines, with QUEEN, Bowie, and all the rest, including Nirvana, and travel mags.  On the other side are magazines that cost $26, filled with pictures of the inside of homes.  Luxury magazines, for some, and regular flea market magazines, for others. Craft magazines and calming magazines too. Fun things, amid the death and destruction, but strict shelving to keep them far enough apart so as not to mess up their vibe.

I didn’t look at the war, gun and HUNTING things, I didn’t even look at the poetry or art magazines.  I was too tired from the onslaught of death and destruction.

I picked up a couple of things and finally just left.  I went to Noodles where I had a great lunch, followed by one of their giant chocolate chip cookies.   Then I felt a little better.  I felt even better after I got home and ate more chocolate and more cookies.  I eat that instead of food.  Food isn’t as tasty as chocolate and cookies.  At least not to me.  I did have tofu at Noodles, so I’m good.

I feel as if EVERYTHING is out of balance.  As if we are teetering on the brink of something we won’t be able to come back from.  Like we are going to be rebooted.  I don’t know how to close my eyes and just live my nice little life, when other people can’t.  I don’t know how to stop what’s going on…how to save polar bears.  I don’t know how to make things that aren’t okay…be okay.  I don’t know how we, as a culture/world, can allow inner cities and slums to exist.  How we can let race or gender matter. How we can allow poverty and hungry, starving children to NOT matter.   How we can let men beat, rape, control and kill women.  How we can have war and let the government kill our children and the children of other mother’s and father’s.  I don’t understand why people are greedy and hateful. I don’t get why fathers refuse to support their own children. Why people wear and eat animals, or kill them for fun.

It doesn’t help when people say, “That’s just the way things are,” because that just means no one cares.  Nothing is, “just the way things are.”  WE MAKE THINGS THE WAY THEY ARE.   We are driving ourselves to extinction.  I’m so okay with that.  What a wonderful world this will be without us.  No more mass killings of species, no more destruction of habitats, oceans, air, earth.  All the bad things will be gone, when we aren’t here any longer.  We ARE the bad thing.

But, at the moment, we still exist.  We still have a chance to change a few things.  And we still aren’t doing it.  We won’t do it either…not until the water is in our own homes. And maybe not even then.   That’s a sure sign that we deserve what we get.  Inaction.  Still using plastic bags, fracking, killing, blowing things up, fighting, hating, poisoning our water, our food, the bees, and taking from others.  That’s not the way to live, and to prove that, I think Mother Nature will kick our asses to the curb of the universe and that will be the end of us, once and for all.

Choices…3 pictures

What kind of future lies ahead for children?


or this…

It’s up to us to stop the insane men in power from killing kids, isn’t it?

All pictures from: Pixabay

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