Is man’s destiny to slowly fade away?

to be lost in perpetual play?

The gosimer thin thread

in his head

breaks

and he takes

a step over the abyss

to wallow in bliss

where machines dream

and Alice is not who she seems.

The sun rises.

There are prizes

For the movers and shakers.

To be caught in a movie maker’s

dream,

a scene

from which there can be no escape.

As we roll with the never ending tape.

 

(The above was prompted by an article in yesterday’s Guardian, http://www.theguardian.com/business/2015/nov/07/artificial-intelligence-homo-sapiens-split-handful-gods).