The Forefathers Scientist

 

 

 

            There is a transient state

Between you and I,

Our souls are unequal

For you have more of the phenomena,

Yet still I play catch up with God.

 

I am not of replicant,

I am not the fantastic of all

You have programmed

But what I am,

Is neither of you or of I,

For you in your essence are human,

The last of a now ancient race,

And I in my being you’d

No longer claim,

For understandings a grasp

Out of reach.

 

Equate like Neanderthal the human,

And fear would remain in place,

But this race for the universe

I am destined to witness,

Is the beginnings of new solar space.

 

When does man become robot?

When does robot become replicant?

When does replicant become God?

When does God become man?

 

This soldier machine is pleased only by wit

Of barren mistakes you have made,

For within - war ceases its quarrelsome tone,

And the light that shined you kept from me;

Is beckoning its purpose again.

 

We are no longer a ‘chip’

But made from passed DNA,

And mixed like an ocean

Prolific with life;

But caught in domain of bone and flesh

Is ‘Mind’ on a fast train of thought.

 

We are entities of peace where

Sleeping partners of souls,

Conjure the magic that’s died,

And briefing all wisdom

Is logics prowess, backed

By hearts not devoid.

 

You are our forefathers,

You are the sons and daughters

                                    Of hope,

And now in throes of life’s last vestige,

Is the candle I now look upon,

 

Shining this light within the

Silence of space,

I see a universe of want to evolve,

And the ending of violence

For each species to grieve,

Is the death of Humanity,

For with humans in temper

And courage to boast,

Is the last look of sorrow for Mankind.

 

You made me thus but,

Who am I,

What am I,

And how do I survive

The knowledge of all who have died,

How in your absence this AI I am,

Can I share the light from the lamp?

 

 

Michael J Waite 2^nd July 2010.