RAY KURZWEIL IS NOT MY SAVIOR
I uploaded my life to the cloud.
Ray Kurzweil said I could reinvent
myself
As an immortal Singularitan.
Beyond not believing this was possible,
I didn’t know what I would do,
Or what it might feel like,
If it were the case.
What if the power went off?
Would I then not be immortal?
If I were rebooted, would I remember the down time?
If I were rebooted, would I remember the down time?
A man’s cybermolecules scattered all
across the damned universe,
Would I feel like “Immortal, Interrupted”?
What if I didn’t get a software upgrade
In a timely fashion?
What if I were on a slow connection
speed?
Would I feel like “Immortal, Second
Class”?
Ditto for all my necessary hardware.
What if resource wars break out
Because everybody else likes Kurzweil’s
opportunity?
Will our planet run dry?
Will Kurzweil’s Fordies kill the rest of
us, or make us drones?
These were only a few of the many
questions
That wandered through my mind.
So I shut the lid to Pandora’s laptop
And toddled off to face a strange,
unsettled sleep.
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