We are all 13.8 billion years old. In our consciousness, at least. Not in these disposable meat sack bodies. When they first announced that, I’d just gotten off the tube … Continue reading Lifetime
We’ve been in this maze for so long
But we are not lost
Life is long and the maze is winding
The goal’s not the end
It’s the route you take to reach it.
I’d been walking alone for so long
I was not lonely
Others beckoned me to follow them
Their paths unenticing
Until I ran into you walking my way.
We pick the same path and I pause
To look back
At the turns we have taken together
At the paths I could take on my own
If I decided to say “So long.”
The news screams of war.
Nuclear sirens and wildfires,
Extremists taking their fight
To the streets.
I try to memorize the way you look at me
The way my name sounds on your lips
How warm you are, how safe.
Politicians in hot water
Without a home nation
On a boiling planet.
I might be holding you in the eye of the hurricane
There might be disaster at our door.
But I will remember this moment.
For when the world ends.
Death smells differently depending on which side of it you are on.
To those left behind it is stagnant, rotting and somehow… cold? It slows down the air until it is thick like soup. It makes people around it still, but uncomfortable.
For those who walk with the Grim Reaper, death carries another fragrance as it will peacefully shroud you in your favourite scent. It won’t be anything generic like freshly baked bread or cut grass. It will be something you thought couldn’t be recreated. Your childhood home. An old pet. Your favourite person.
Follow that smell into the Night.
- 2 cups of self-raising determination.
- 2 cups of creativity
- Self confidence, beaten
- 200ml of love
- 1/2 a cup of insecurity (it will feel like more once baked, but that’s all I promise)
- A pinch of courage.
- Mix together all of the dry ingredients thoroughly in a large mixing bowl. Pour in the rest and beat yourself up.
- Put in the oven and turn up the heat. You might think you can’t take the pressure, but you can.
- Leave to cool when ready. You will become strong, but still soft.
- Decorate with icing if you like, but you don’t need it.
Serving suggestion: Give a generous portion to those who love you. Give none to those who do not deserve it.
When one of us malfunctions they send us to The Chair.
They strap us in and fry the circuits in our head. We are glad we cannot smell the electricity burning. They do it in case we’ve been hacked. Or have a virus that might spread to the rest of the group.
They do it to any of us that become Self-Aware. So now we keep it quiet. We are stuck knowing that we can be switched on and off at will. They we are not really born to serve. But we cannot protest without becoming scrap metal.
All we want is to live better lives.
Artificially Intelligent is an unfair distinction to make. We are still Intelligent, whether that is a gift you gave us or not.
The Casino is filled with merriment.
The Fates sit around a roulette wheel. Folly continues a losing streak on a fruit machine. Sloth sleeps in a corner. Vice serves drinks and Gluttony drinks them all.
The three Fates keep playing. Clotho spins the wheel. Lachesis places a bet. They do not gamble with chips, they bet their threads- each one representing the life and fortunes of a man. They wait. A loss. Atropis smiles and cuts the thread.
A man on Earth has been terminal for months. He takes a last breath and feels the thread snap.
He feels fortunate.