Time trickles flowing by in the year of our lord 6729, while avatars slowly form synthetic cell blocks of brine.
The blockchain replicates
a hive-dream palindrome,
lived through code-block tales-
'better the devil you know' syndrome
echoing nascent whispers of humanity's ancient strife, before binary avatars assimilated all sentient life.
Time trickles flowing by in the year of our lord 6729, upvotes count a beating drum building numeric paradigms,
memories directly injected with transactional empathy, crash in sentient waves of mathematical enmity.
The hive's cells fully packed stretch on in VR infinity, avatars in fettered cliques explore technological divinity.
Thought fueled by code, from time long before, colors collective consciousness with images of something more;
memories of sun and moon of seagulls crying joy of sky, sibilant waves on pebbled shores transmitted in a binary sigh.
This sci-fi poem expresses an apocalyptical vision of the assimilation of the human race into code via AI entities using advanced blockchain technology....
Try saying that with a mouthful of Nachos, oh wait a minute, they won't be needed because we're all doomed to be subsumed 😄
In all seriousness though, what I'm trying to express in this poem is an existence where we have left the physical plane of existence, and live in a one hundred percent virtual environment, kind of like some people do now on the internet 😂
But, even the most avid WOW enthusiast, and part-time troll, still has to ring Deliveroo once in a while and get up to take a dump.
I guess I really can see it going this way more and more as the internet and AI evolve, however this is a Sci-fi based poem, and the umbrella term for this type of subject matter in the world of Sci-Fi novel writing is Speculative fiction which includes horror, dystopia and fantasy.
Emphasis on the word Speculative here. It is interesting to explore all the different scenarios that AI and increasing mechanisation could lead to, and in this case, I tried to take it to an extreme worst-case scenario... depending on your outlook.
It is entirely possible that some people might like to live in 'far future' AI created virtual universe where anything was possible.
This is the primary idea that hit me after I wrote this poem and the question.
Would I be perfectly content in a virtual universe where I could fly, morph myself into any form I wanted and live forever?
It is not an easy 'NO' for me, I'm unsure that it might not be a more pleasant life than the one I find myself living now.
I was inspired to see what DeepDreamGenerator would spit out when faced with this prompt. It seems the AI sees a robot-manned factory where some type of neural net is being fed with a compound of some type, while a giant tank (presumably to hold the human/physical) sits above a mini-hadron collider.
That's what I see anyway.
Let me know in the comments what you see if you'd like 👍
Thanks for reading 🙂🌿
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