What is Contemporary Poetry and writing in the 21st Century
The Future – (short story)
Discussion started by Adam Rangihana 7 years ago
The Future – (short story)
Akiri walks into her office, settles down to her cup of caffeine and identifies herself to the machine... Her badge shows The Harmonic Data Centre Investigation Unit. She tries to relax it should be normal by now but she always tenses waiting for the memories that are not hers to appear... memories that are not hers but are from the Smart Cities Harmonic Grid...
She sees an Add from the local Hotel The Hilton ... Now Showing the Musical Somewhere Over the Rainbow... It wouldn't matter how many openings with the number of tourists everyone still loves the wizard of Oz and in some ways this city delivers its best smile...
Connecting to the Subdural-Implant the cities IappMind links... she shares her thoughts and impressions with the IappMind there is no reply... she waits practising her Mind Exercises...
one of the many Human-Units for this sector,
It was one of the most stunning and beautiful cities in the Universe. Not just because of its architecture but it was situated some thousand light years from the Eagle Nebula with the Hand of Creation on her Prow. It was the place to be in the Universe to be from Holy pilgrims to scientists and families...
and holy treks to see of her Prow - Almost a trillion Space cities...
that these days everyone is riding this new gravy train 21st Century. The Global agreement for all countries and If you can make it up you can mine it. it has been so far, everyone counting colours or watching the moons on Harmony...
The Pillars of the Soul... Love. Language, Mind, Body, the Art of Mastering Social and Moral Space, A Warrior, Daughter, Son, Brother, Sister, Father, Mother, Uncle, Aunt, Grandfather and Grandmother, Great Grandmother .. Our Nature, and nature... the great Ocean...
These are my gods... my stars... my Friends...
This is the Heart that bends Knee
This is the contented Man...
Standing before the Pillars of Creation...
This is all of Me...
I don't believe in Dragons... Any more
They are more beautiful than Butterflies
Kiana ran to the edge of the viewing deck
That looked onto a fabulous forest valley scene...
She stops suddenly with a weary eye...
smiles taking a slow swoop stepping to the edge and breathes...
She looks out across a vast ocean of green with swirling clouds above...
Like a Van Gough painting...
One of the most heart warming sights of all...
She sees a great lake of butterflies, birds of all sorts
Shapes, Fractal of every shape and number...
Creating, pictures, sea creatures all with colours changing ....
Swooping the motion of a sea raging within itself
With the different breezes from the valley below and the evening
Hold the analyst in whole room and the valley below
In awe of its dazzling light and rhythm
Like jazz instruments jumping a
beat it grooves and spins in every moon...
It is not just a question any more that you or something in the streamed data is real but if it can be real in the degree by which you believe in it... But so consumed with a misguided sense of duty to the real self as defined by the importance
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