Stress (an acrostic one-sided conversation)

So that proposal was due yesterday?  I thought it was next week.

They told me next week.  I’m sure of that.

Really, they’ve got to give us a second chance.

Everyone has days like this, Michael.  I’m only human.

So what do you mean don’t bother coming to work on Monday?

So Michael, do you think I can get a reference letter hookup from you?

 

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Bonus poem (1st draft)  If you like this one better, let me know in the comments.

So that project proposal was due yesterday?

That’s right, so now our company’s existence is now in question.

Really?  Why didn’t you tell me?

Everyone told you, daily.  With voicemail AND email AND in person

So about that.  I thought you were all being a bit pushy.

So about that, you’re fired.

Touch (an acrostic poem) (warning for content)

The desire from human contact

On the arm, shoulder, a full hug

Unties stress and allows us to feel like we belong

Critical to our wellbeing

He took it too far though

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Computer chips and meat meshed together was now his identity

You would think he would feel superior

But he felt definitely less than human

Of course, now he could now bench press a bus

Reality was he was a ghost in his own machine

Giving him a haunted look in his remaining eye

 

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Animal Manifesto (a 100 word story)

No one ever sets out to become a killer.  There is always an inciting incident that pushes one to cross that line from believing human life is sacrosanct to it being discretional.  It can be trauma, either real or perceived.  It can be reprogramming of the brain, either willingly or not.  It can be the realization that humans are still animals and as such not special.  That’s what happened to me.  Now I sit here at my keyboard with this manifesto on the screen and wonder if they will remember my middle name.  I’ll never know of course.  Carpe diem!

 

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Convolution (a 100 word story)

“Microscopic processes determine macroscopic properties, yet the human ego assumes causal effect upon the world around it, bending it to its will through shear willpower and dominance of reality.”

“What did you say?”

“Humanity has a way of altering perception to meet the expectations and assumptions that coincides with the belief system of the observer.”

“Say what?”

“The observable is objective depending on perspective and the inherent life narrative of the person in question.  Thus multiple flawed testimonies are needed to correct for the systematic error.”

“Huh?”

“Humans will believe what they want to believe.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Exactly!”

 

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t feel his fingers anymore

Yet it didn’t matter since the ones he flexed weren’t really his

Being part robot did have its uses

Or you could say he was being used because he was the first part robot

Really it didn’t matter.  He was alive and able to hold his son

Giving his human side great joy

 

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Fail (an acrostic poem)

Fortune shined on Kelly as it did every day

Almost as if karma didn’t care how she treated others

It was dollar bills in her pocket for every pissed of human she dealt with

Losing ones’ self in the meantime didn’t seem so bad