Doomed

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Oct 29, 2026 

Doomed.
Year 2035.
Pivot
point.
Fork
in the
road.
A.I.
utopia.
A.I.
dystopia.
Which
road
will be
traversed?
Temptation.
Massive.
Wealth,
power
beyond
comprehension.
Technology
run amok.
Beyond
human
resistance.
Beyond
mere
mortals.
Look around,
corruption
everywhere.
Human
susceptibility,
weakness.
The rule.
Easy
to see.
Sirens
of excess
singing.
Loudly.
Powerfully.
A sound
never before
heard.
Unpresidented
power,
wealth.
Beckoning.
Seducing.
Beyond
human
ability to
resist.
Doomed.

 

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