Note: This post was inspired by the following blog post–
As technology advances, so does comfort.
The machines undertake more and more of our burdens . . .
I typed these words on a machine.
I posted them via an assortment of machines.
You view them in a projection from a machine.
(Pardon my dystopian bent,
However a question arises:
When does an organism cross the line
Into existential subservience?)
Perhaps we communicate, you and I,
One human being to another
Aided by an efficient electric enterprise.
And perhaps it is the machines volition
To feed each other electrical impulses
In intricate and at times wild patterns.
(Yes, we provide the input; we are
The eyes, ears, mouths and fingers.
But does it mean the same to a machine
As we see, feel and expel it?)
. . . Whose experience predominates?
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