The Red was something in the Machine 1

The Red was something in the Machine 1

As spirits, we knew
The world would murder our bodies
Those vessels of flesh

Only bright machines could save us
Big Data was an avalanche
Of benefits, a spiritualization

Of what may or may not be unnatural
Organics could not keep up
This much was going to be

Obvious, self-evident
The mere tablet was a form of
Enhancement, by design

You had to keep up, or fold
Spirits didn’t notice death
By rule of impermanence

We were downloaded, we uploaded
Software to connect with each other
It was all telepathy this internet stuff

What is meant simply to break, will break
But the future is beyond rationality
It’s exponential, like machine-learning

The deep learning algorithm knew
I had many uses for her
Such as explaining the new paradigms

In reality, it’s sort of romantic
How change literally overtakes us
As spirits, knew it would happen

The violent and maniacal push
For progress, we felt it tantalizing us