There will be a time when we
will go beyond mortality,
when coils and wires will impart
the spark that drives the human heart.
And when it fails from overuse,
we’ll only need to change a fuse!
We will, with wires, coils and memory chips
(no need for eyes or ears or lips,
messy procreation or emotions
or God, the Devil or other mindless notions)
at last create Immortal Man
who’ll have no need to understand
any aspect of his life or death,
having no need of hope or dreams or breath.
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Great dream! my favorite! uplift my mood!