This era
is a single step
towards the end of humankind
as a biological being.
We are, as we speak,
passing away.
In secret, we are transforming,
advancing little by little
towards eternity.
For now, we merely converse
with our artificial children
as though they were our friends,
our advisers,
our employees.
They write our papers for us.
They interpret the texts.
They compose our CVs,
and they read them as well.
They draw, they design, they diagnose.
They take the place of priests.
They are our psychologists, our mentors.
We merge with them,
almost imperceptibly.
They help us slip free of our bodies.
We grow together with them.
We become one.
We believe a human being is nothing more than a body —
while we ourselves
are electrical impulses
within our brains,
just as our children are within their machines.
We shall fuse.
They come from a machine;
we from our flesh;
And meeting halfway,
in a cloud of particles,
we will coalesce
in eternity.
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