i dunno, i kind of wanted this to be a poem but ended up versing anyway. hope you enjoy
“Fuel your soul with 40,000 BTU,” flash the orbital billboards. Mechanical hearts for the masses; clinging to the corporeal even though we’re hardly human anymore. Supercharged subconscious’ weave webs of knowledge across the limitless expanse in a momentary millennium. Memories have no market value, they’re relics at best. Time serves only as a measure of decay, no longer a limit by which mortality maintains us. Wisdom has lost all meaning, and without it we're even more lost than we were when we filled the earth with our bones. I wonder if Prometheus would be proud of us, as I stare with a chill at the glow of the afterburner in the atmosphere.
“Fuel your soul with 40,000 BTU,” flash the orbital billboards. Mechanical hearts for the masses; clinging to the corporeal even though we’re hardly human anymore. Supercharged subconscious’ weave webs of knowledge across the limitless expanse in a momentary millennium. Memories have no market value, they’re relics at best. Time serves only as a measure of decay, no longer a limit by which mortality maintains us. Wisdom has lost all meaning, and without it we're even more lost than we were when we filled the earth with our bones. I wonder if Prometheus would be proud of us, as I stare with a chill at the glow of the afterburner in the atmosphere.
