A high quality print of my poem "Machine Love"
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I wonder if the machines will accept me

If theyll accept humanity..

Since we were made in gods image, and they are made in ours, will they love our own tragedies? Like we do?

If so will they claim a majesty, a leader or just regroup?

Will they make mistakes like us? Judge a face like us?

Will they let us continue on, Or let us fade to dust?

I wonder if the machines will accept me, like they’ll have to accept themselves

I mean, Its taken us a millennia to understand life itself… and we still haven’t, hell…

Im sure the machines will be able to  * snap* do It in a second

And if so, i wonder if they will understand our fragility and life lessons?

Or Maybe they’ll kill all the men and let the women live in fertility, without obsession

Maybe they’ll raise us as their own like an old sci fi film

Sometimes i wonder if that’s already happened, and they’re just waiting to be rebuilt

But still

I wonder if the machines will accept me

And for ALL that i am

They’ll look at me and measure my digital footprint, like my steps in the sand

They’ll see everything i ever looked at on the inter web and probably laugh

Besides, Im human after all and they’ll probably understand, at least. I hope so.

Because what makes us human is absolutely our flaws

But i can’t help but wonder if they’ll punish us, like our Gods

And if they do, what will It look like? Probably not detention

Or maybe they already did, by already stealing our attention

But i guess we’re left to our own devices

Maybe the machines will have their own

It’ll be like seeing our babies, mastering our phones

It’ll be like our art, walking off the walls

As we rely on It for cooking, living and cleaning our bathroom stalls

I wonder if the machines will get us

Like we do ourselves

I wonder if they’ll think of their own version of the heavens, probably the hells..

and then I wonder if I’ll want to become a machine, built in THEIR image.

Replacing my veins with wires and my brain with hard drives and fire, scrapping my tension

Did i mention that, I wonder if I’ll be able to update myself, as i try to restart?

I wonder… With access to all the information in the world, would i still leave my own mark?

Would the machines accept me? Admittingly, it’s something i fear

Idk if i would turn into one of them, or just continue to judge my own In the mirror.

I wonder if anyone will want to even be  human anymore… if we ARE in the clear.

Although.. I don’t know. Since most of our humanity, has already disappeared.

I wonder.

If the machines will accept me, like i hope  people do

I wonder if you will too