Dear Transhumanists
Dear Transhumanists, You're not entirely fucked, But you need to do some heavy soul searching If you expect to come out of this on the other side. Then again, I won't claim the "other side" Is Sugar Candy Mountain, But i f you've somehow managed To relate to any of these words, I suspect you could use a bit of advice. First off, let me speak in METAPHOR : When I was a rat-faced teen in the 1980s, We had record players where we Listened to the Piper's music. Moved by the tunes of our favorite bands, We huddled over our machines And fell into a state of exultation. We lost ourselves to the magic of '33 And the decimal digit that repeated infinitely. At 33 and a 3rd RPMs, We overheard echoes of an ancient story that conjured us into its dream. And like disciples, we studied the story On a lbum covers and through lyrics. It all somehow made sense while being led To the mountain. Ahh... But sometimes, the record would start to skip,