Power (an acrostic poem)

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Punish the oppressed

Obliterate all knowledge of their humanity

We can blame them for the problems they have

Even if we were the ones who perpetuated them

Really it as simple of an abuse as that

The Digital Downfall (a 200 word story)

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We didn’t even know we were being conquered. 

How about that for humanity’s divine right?

First shoe to drop was when Amazon just went dark.  Like not even a 404-error dark.  A spinning wheel of painful waiting torture was the only eulogy for what was king the day before. 

Facebook and Twitter were soon only posting stories about end of the world scenarios.  Left wing, right wing, any crackpot scenario of the end of the world was jamming everyone’s feeds.  Reddit was the same, no matter the voting of the members.  Hell, 4chan was even doing it.  Like what the hell, 4chan?

The aliens took over so smoothly that by the time we realized what was happening the only thing we could do was to surrender.  Any attempt at pulling the plug and they would go all Terminator on us.  We expected the AIs we would be fighting would be the ones we created, but we were naive.  The alien AIs controlled every digital system on the planet.  The best part was we were all home waiting for COVID-19 to be cured, but the virus that killed off the autonomy of the human race was digital.  No mask for that.

Stare (an acrostic poem)

Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand

The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed

All they were was an afterthought of creation

Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts

Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall

 

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Lost and Found (an acrostic poem)

Leaving home was always a chore for Harry

Only the comfort of solitude gave him any comfort

Still the season forced him out of his hibernation from humanity

Thus he was stuck in this terminal waiting for his flight

 

As if fate wanted to see him squirm, now his plane was delayed

Nothing was moving because of the two feet of white stuff outside

Denver was now his home for the next day or so

 

Finding a landing zone, Harry watched his fellow nomads

Outside they acted cordial, putting on a mask of civility

Under that mask, Harry could see kindred spirits

Now a sincere smile spread on his face

Despair loved company.  Harry had discovered his tribe.

 

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