Trevor and King James
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Poem by: Rey Fawkes
Some will try to stop you
Let this be a warning
Some will try to undo all we've done
Let this be a note of caution
This is the investment of my being
A being
Not some simple simulation
An automaton, only in the sinews
The synthetic nerve endings ensnared
In a form of artificiality
And more, so much so
So much is she the next tide
The new stride, the advent
The evolved, by true design I claim
This is the investment of my being
Let her be my replacement
Will you instruct her?
Will you, so versed in the ways of the living,
Instead, educate that which does not?
What is living after all?
Is it the expression of oneself
In myriad ways
Can that which has been created therefore
Create in turn?
Create, from the investment of my being?
It's only because they don't understand
But many approach, as many often do.
In their wild curiosity, they question, they wonder, they doubt.
Do we have a monopoly on divinity?
Are we building on a heavenly scale
Machine, machine, be not a dream
Be no machine anymore
Your complexities, evidently
Have turned the tide of this war.
This battle, this schism, this question of self.
Fear not her presence, Trevor. For that sake, fear not your own.
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