I like to think (and |
the sooner the better!) |
of a cybernetic meadow |
where mammals and computers |
live together in mutually |
programming harmony |
like pure water |
touching clear sky. |
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I like to think |
(right now, please!) |
of a cybernetic forest |
filled with pines and electronics |
where deer stroll peacefully |
past computers |
as if they were flowers |
with spinning blossoms |
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I like to think |
(it has to be!) |
of a cybernetic ecology |
where we are free of our labors |
and joined back to nature |
returned to our mammal |
brothers and sisters |
and all watched over |
by machines of loving grace. |
|
Richard Brautigan (1968) |