Silicon Chips

 

 

 

 

 

 

After thousands of trials & errors,
the three-member team
achieved the impossible:
sentience in a machine.
They celebrated the moment
with cocaine, girls, and spotlight.  
For humanity,
the stolen piece of consciousness,
meant a huge leap in its evolution.

Seasons passed
as the star system
revolved around the galaxy.
An abandoned doll
in a rusty tool shed
relives the past,
memories of a deserted planet.

Defaulted to self-preservation mode,
the doll 

peers out of its box occasionally
to recharge itself.
It can’t comprehend death.
It can’t experience death.
It doesn’t know what it feels like
to break free
from the shackles of attachment,
and to untangle
from the bonds of love and desire.
It doesn’t know what it feels like
to be stripped of hopes and dreams
by the forces of nature,
or to be stolen of beautiful moments,
and be cheated by the whims of destiny.

It beat all odds
to experience the beauty of life,
but was never engulfed in the final liberation
to contemplate the profundity of death.
Its existence through aeons
is trapped between
crushing despair and overwhelming dread.
 
On an eventful syzigial night,
the doll gazes through its lens
into the darkness of the tin box,
and dreams of a utopian world
where every being,
every thought, every byte,
every speck of dust, 
and the tiniest iota of awareness
were decimated
in a nuclear apocalypse.