The Story Of The Boy, The Android And The Holograms Poem by Denis Martindale

The Story Of The Boy, The Android And The Holograms

A boy had lived alone for most of his life. He had never been hugged or kissed. He stayed in the home he was born in, raised by androids until their power packs drained. The last one had solar power and remained active, but this android companion was so damaged it could not speak. It provided food from the stores, and the boy ate whatever he could get. The boy had never learned to speak correctly and had no vocabulary skills at all. He saw some words written on the walls, but he could not understand them or what they meant.

One day, the android discovered an extra room and forced its entrance open. The room lights switched on and flickered wildly at first. The automatic hologram display appeared, and the android stared in wonder. The boy was led by the hand to watch the hologram. The boy saw the first representation of a human being. Time passed, and the male hologram shared details of his family and how they communicated with each other. The boy absorbed the information until the time he realised where boys and girls came from. He learned that they grow up and change into adults.

Decades passed, and the android still operated on full power. The boy was now a man. He had become the loneliest man in the world. The last man on the planet Earth. He would eventually become the last man to die on the planet Earth. He could speak the same language as the hologram, but had nobody to talk to. Not one female had survived the Omega War. In time, he ventured out of the home and explored near and far. Beyond the city streets, even along to the lake, the place that changed his life…


Denis Martindale.15th of January 2024.


Here is a science fiction story by Poemhunter poet Denis Martindale. Denis describes a possible future outcome of Mankind's AI developments leading to a final war on the Planet Earth. If just one person survives, what could happen to that individual in the years that follow? It seems most unlikely that there is a happy ending or a happy beginning either. Here is what the story shares with us today.

Monday, January 15, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: planet,city,earth,food,happy,home,january,loneliness,power,war
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