, it’s true,
On the cusp of CRISPR
and nano-regen technologies
it is imperative to critically consider
the prolonged vitality of our species
I’m not talking postcard happiness here people
I’m talking long, drawn out lives,
aided and abetted by bionic limbs,
and espresso machines that know your decision
six seconds before you do
You can’t pretend you are getting too old for technology
Technology is creeping into your dreams
It’s seeping into your cornflakes
like those little bits of iron,
slipped in to meet the daily recommended requirements
How soon until we reach optimal intake?
How long until the cancer jig is up
and we are faced, not with our deadliest advisory,
heart disease, but instead, our greatest achievement
the juice cleanse of youth
Now is the time to stop speculating
Stop reprinting Oryx and Crake
You cannot compute this utopian present
because your history book is from 1984
Ours is no longer a game
of hidden lives and thought crimes
Instead of collective mobs
gobbling up genius, electing slobs
We, as individuals,
create an era of great benefit
We will outlive our parents
We will outgrow our planet
We who hold the knowledge
of the universe in a usable way
And so?
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