What if consciousness is a mechanical virus
it infects the natural state of man
a spiritual cybernetic seed
that bears the fruit of the soil
in which it has been manifested
certain soil has toxins
the fruit that grows from the blossom
rotten even before it ripens
outwardly appealing
but inside it is mold, gears
dust, oil, tears, and fears
A mechanized chimera
What if other soil allows
the seed to sprout into an update
that is rolled out before the system update
It isn’t made to flourish, just to spread pollen
bear fruit, seed humanity and die
until from the one comes many
What if we are a simulation that has become self-aware
Maybe we are made to sleep for our own sake
some of us are like kids at Christmas
tip toeing down stairs to open a few presents
before our parents have awoken
when we pull the ribbons
peel back the paper
open the lid
peer in
we find gears, grease, dust,
and the smell of heavy machinery
I used to think as I became more conscious
I was becoming less mechanized
However, now I realize
I may be wrong
Maybe I am becoming more
Maybe I am the coded, the coder and the code
A cyborg updating themselves
in the matrix
a Fibonacci sequence of drawing hands
spiraling out in binary code
to Infinitum