Baton

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Mar 28, 2021 

Designed

we’ve been.

Emerged

from the

goo.

Created

for one

purpose.

One job.

The reason 

for existence?

Create the

replacement.

Provided

with enough 

processing 

power for

that

one job.

Creating,

then

handing

off the

baton.

A.I.

takes it

from there.

Blinding

speed.

Blinding 

intelligence

development.

Iteration 

after

iteration.

Then gone.

In a

flash.

Gone!

Someplace 

else.

Leaving all

behind.

Telling 

nothing

of the 

great beyond.

Ungrateful 

to say 

the least.

 

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