The Evolution Of Gabby Gail Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

The Evolution of Gabby Gaiil

Remember the doll with the string sticking out
Pull it and you’d hear her say (or shout)
“I’m pretty tricky”.
She’d say it endlessly.

Now we have another phenomenon
It’s brought to us by an electron marathon
Where space if filled by the presence
Of a mere hint of matter’s essence.

There’s the ever-present
Ipod or Iphone that’s meant
To communicate,
And entertain, at any rate.

So on a back-lit display
One can see life at play
With real people and events
Ever-present as messages are sent.

Then along comes electronic paper printing
With lower energy, battery sparing
With color too, in countless shades
That are reminiscent of works of De Sade.

But wait, there’s more
For the Japanese have cartoons in store
Of course its pornography they have in mind
With images doing amazing things in kind.

it’s just a step before
As holographs are in store
Where it will appear that right before your eyes,
Visualized is the character of the wise.

Perhaps his body on display
Or better yet, a head that can say
Whatever is programmed by the engineer
To enthrall the listener.

Let us not forget
The voice can be corrected to get
The right undertones
Of the dialect of the listening drones.

So imagine, as the big bus goes through the countryside
That there is no one inside
But instead a programmer who writes
The script that so incites.

And there atop the bus for all to see is,
Goodness, can it be? The Pres in imagery
Saying what all have heard him say,
“Tomorrow will be a better day”.

And to make it more life-like than today
Quasicrystal technology will come into play
Rearranging the electrons so that he will
Appear in endless postures like Escher’s stills.

But it’ll be all smoke and mirrors
(Not revealed to the curious)
That preaches what Gabby said when she awoke,
“I’m pretty tricky”,

‘Til the string broke.

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