Body’s Reverse Engineering


A body once was
The human vehicle,
That transport enabling
A deserved stay on this planet.

But today…

No matter the size,
Shape,
Skin tone,
Or health,
It often becomes an impediment
In realizing the sense of beautiful.

It is too slow,
Wouldn’t last for that day coming,
Needing sleep,
Food,
Care and touching.
Oh, the touching.

The body hates mirrors,
Where eyebrows furrowed
Over blue eyes unsatisfied,
Covets brown, green or hazel,
The pre-designer obsession.

Reflections pierce the body’s psyche,
Where once stalwart flesh
Has become unforgivable betrayals
Of aging hearts,
Liver,
Kidney,
And libido.
Thus, the form's revolution.

So long this coming of age…

For now the body,
Once of flesh and bone,
Struts its designer label about,
Its brain of infinite power,
Its muscles able to leap buildings
In less than a single bound,
Its beauty always
In the digital eyes of the beholder
Just as Time’s virtual reality allows.
Its warranty renewable
Every…

How many years?

And so…

Body past
Body future
Body alive
Body manufactured
Body once of love
Body now of digital obedience.

Survival was never an option,
Save stubbornness of spiritual zealots,
Those holders of yesterday,
Unknowing it was but mulch for tomorrow.

Body facts succumbed.
Body fiction became.
Body future now an oxymoron.

Such is tomorrow’s mental landscape of zeros and ones.

And we think AI is stoppable?
Uh…really?