HomoSapiens X.Y

Is this hardware or software? The next generation. The new improved . . . Will it ever end? "It's just beginning. The developers have called this project the first self-generating software . . . the first software which modifies and creates its own hardware." Beginning with bones. Sticks, hide, stones. Bear grease and bat droppings. Tiny flint teeth fixed on wood-blade scythes for wild seed harvests. Today, bear meat still on my plate. Grains of millet, peppers, sea salt. "The sound of ocean waves, digitalized. Dreams, monitored on-screen. The newest version will surpass all known standards of performance in a number of critical areas." In the shadows, clack old teeth, tired bones, longing for the drugs of nature, a death of choice. We go forward, holding false hands, smiling in pixels. Earth-tide, rising, falling. Desert sands spreading, millet no more. Forests falling, bear no more. Bones crumbling, flint falling out of use. It's sand now, silicon everywhere: "the carbon version is seen to become soon obsolete." © Nowick Gray