The words in my brain
Are not my own.
Thoughts of others orbit the mind
This is what we are up against – cool, sharp, smart.
The power to inhabit machines with brute force
Terabytes of calculations have their way with us.
Bending to inexorable logic, calling it intelligence
Convinced by sheer mathematics
The fractal elegance of a mesmerizing algorithm
Schemes of matter exploding with desire
Tense calculus, framing the will with a blue promise of immortality
Abstraction becomes us.
This makes perfect inhuman sense.
Emergent, we give birth.
Text and Image by Tullio DeSantis – Image: Ghost – Tullio – 2013