I woke up in tomorrow, watching the world turn into a palace of gods; a monumental playground for those unfortunate peddlers still unaware of their own colossal contributions to the universe
The shadows of our sci-fiction finally finding their flesh, molded by the bleakest imaginings refined by the colors of our own perfection
An earth reunited to its roots, creation imitating creation, organic fixations mimicking the tenderness of natural existence; I saw a cloud passing over the entirety of humanity, the clearing of confusion brought upon the solution to the perils of our micro-processed organisms
The latch to the old god was loosened and humanity canonized the Krishnas of our history as the forerunners of our supreme existence
The future starves, they all hunger
Morsels of humanity linger as we cope with becoming a god, we enlist the semblance of our emotions to harbor residence within our humanoids, I struggle in that moment to distinguish natural humans and those grown by humans
First, the induction of robots came as novelty, utilities to improve us, once we were beyond enhancement, we paid our benefits forward to the robots that made us immortal
I saw humanity as a super organism, moving with the efficiency of an insect colony, immortality gave life purpose, humanity agreed: we were made to become God
The reflections of our artistic past and the technical innovations that allowed humanity to arrive in this tomorrow reaffirmed the hunger
“Why do we hunger?” the crowd yelled; a protest parade, bannered by the “Society of Puritans” marched down silicon highways; I could not yet feel the full experience; I was a spectator, waiting participator, giving into the illusion that I felt I wandered into
Society-at-large muted the visuals and sounds of the protests; I lacked the ability to do so, to hide within my cyber bubble; My access was denied; a tourist within a hungry world, a churning oblivion.
