We are the children of information
The grandsons and granddaughters of wires and circuitry, copper and silicone
No longer in need of my Father's 3rd and 4th hand knowledge and know how
Fully literate and potentially wise without the quandary or setbacks of an ethically tainted paradigm
Emotion traded in for the eternally blinking cursor. Cold and calculated, surveying the plane of ones and zeros.
An umbilical cord to life simplified to Input and output, wattage and voltage, pixel count and RAM.
A new universal language is born.
We are multi faceted devices, extensions of information delivery systems attached at the hips, attached at the appendages, attached in a linear manner. Attached but not connected we writhe in pseudo companionship which is poorly masked by rudimentary hieroglyphics and cave paintings.
Hand extended, I beg for someone to take it in their's.
Empty handed, I live ten thousand lifetimes.
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