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All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
The sooner the better!)
Of a cybernetic meadow
Where mammels and computers
Live together in mutually
Programming harmony
Like pure water
Touching clear sky.
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.
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.
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