The first time we saw an asteroid, we were in a war

There was once
an asteroid
with a core mass
of roughly 10.3
billion tons.

What made it different
from other asteroids
hurling through
our solar system?

Well, we learnt
from the natives of the asteroid
(that’s certainly different
from other asteroids)
that this particular asteroid
came to Earth first in the 1800s
and that it left Earth
as all asteroids do,
quiet and humble,
like an old woman
farting in church.

Scientists from the 1800s
studied the asteroid leavins
and they figured,
using their gargantuan
human brains,
brains bigger than a weasel,
brains smaller
(but more efficient)
than an oliphant,
brains about the size of
an ape brain,
figured to use their brains
to extract all of
the valuable metals
in the hopes that,
in a hundred years henceforth
(they wrote words like that in their journals
along with naked drawerings of
mermaids and faeries),
so that in a hundred years henceforth,
humans would understand
how to make
precious high-end toilet seats
from asteroid metal.

There was a lot of excitement,
as they discovered
that the asteroid
also left behind
a recipe for Toaster Strudels,
and they tucked that away
in henceforth hopes
for a future
with a toaster oven
or two.

They further henceforth hoped,
that with this valuable asteroid
the human race
would one day make
ALL of the planets in the solar system
as valuable
and productive
as Jupiter,
that big-ass gas giant
of a big-ass planet
that 1800s scientists
loved more than their
own
dear
mothers.

The asteroid
also left behind
some itty bitty asteroid people
to help the scientists out.
The scientists called them,
“the local, indigenous population”
and hired
some mercenaries to fire upon
the tiny alien sources
of infinite, cosmic wisdom
with teeny wittle arquebuses
and eensy weensy cannonballs.

Humans never say die, do we?
No, sir, humans do not.

The first time we saw an asteroid, we were in a war

If This Is The Future, Call Me Marty McFly

Dystopia
is the product roadmap.*

Our attitude
towards democracy
is fundamentally different
from our attitude
towards algorithms.

If
we’re to have a future,
it is essential
to make sure
that people’s opinions
won’t become
so deeply
machine-influenced
as to be useless

             or hostile.

People worry
that computers
will get too smart
and take over the world,
but
the real problem
is that they’re too stupid
and they’ve already
taken over the world.
%

The first
major innovation
in computers
was
a computer word processor
called
WordStar.

It’s tempting
to believe that computers
will be neutral
and objective,
but algorithms
are nothing more
than opinions
embedded in mathematics.~

The state
developed
an ideology
that dictated
that computers
would be good,
but
that in order
to manage computers
and control computers,
they needed
to control
information
.

They believed in the idea of

total

information

control

.

We’re building
this infrastructure
of surveillance authoritarianism
merely
to get people
to click
on ads
.^

It is important
to recognize
that
the power of surveillance
will be increased
as
computer-controlled systems
become
ever more sophisticated
.

It is
very hard to know
when an algorithm
will
have made the final calculation
when it always has
more data available.

*https://twitter.com/monikabielskyte
%https://www.washington.edu/news/2015/09/17/a-q-a-with-pedro-domingos-author-of-the-master-algorithm/
~https://www.nytimes.com/2018/11/08/opinion/sunday/criminal-justice-reforms-race-technology.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share
^https://www.ted.com/talks/zeynep_tufekci_we_re_building_a_dystopia_just_to_make_people_click_on_ads?language=en

If This Is The Future, Call Me Marty McFly

Maybe you deserve a good beating. Maybe then you’ll fall in line and hold your tongue.

The new green
often brings
unexpected pains.
My dear mother – the jewels in her eyes
never matched the ice in her heart.

“Keep me alive,” she begged.
But all us kids could do
was play croquet
while the sun melted
the soft statues around us.

   We were made to witness a natural violence.
   We were made to act violent ourselves.

Our bodies hold us
in submission
like a prison.
We witness these deaths
at the hands
of armed civilians
and we grow
ashamed of our bodies
like Adam,
like Eve.

We will fight this fight.
We will fight this same fight.
We will kill all of these men
when this doesn’t stop.
We will kill all of these men
to save our sons,
to save our songs.

I remember the words of my mother,
in the hospital
just before
I was born:

“It’s not too late, is it?
Even if they stop shooting?
If they kill a man
maybe they will stop killing us, amen.”

When I think about my mother,
the new green, our bodies,
the melting sun,
I have a hard time believing
that she missed the danger
in those bent and broken men.
It was her own words,
in her own words,
that were her last words:

“They just don’t stop.”

Maybe you deserve a good beating. Maybe then you’ll fall in line and hold your tongue.

Right On the Verge of Figuring Things Out

Who am i
   you’re an old man
   who am i
   you’re an old old man
   who am i
   you’re an old man
   who can’t find his friends

Who am i
   you’re a lost man
   i ask who am i
   you’re a lost lost man
   who am i
   you’re a wanderer
   with two, blind eyes

Open the door.
It’s me, the old man.

Please, come in, old man.
I beg you.
Enter, enter, old man.

The old man
is not there.
I have been waiting all day for him.

Enter!, I said.
There’s no one here.
I have waited all day for you.
Enter!, I said, I said.

I ask him for the key.
I begged him. Open the door.
It’s me. It’s me.
There’s no one here.
I have waited all day for you.
Enter! I ask for your key.

It’s in a box. Please, open it. “I beg you. Open the door.” It’s me. Please, enter. “There’s no one here. I have waited all day for you. Enter!” I ask for your key. It’s in a box. Please, open it. “I beg you. Open the door.” It’s me. Please, enter. “There’s no one here. I have waited all day for you. Enter!” I ask for your key. It’s in a box. Please, open it. “I beg you. Open the door.” It’s me. Please, enter. “There’s no one here. I have waited all day for you. Enter!”

Welcome to the world of the lost!

I remember everything I do!
I know everything I do! I
   don’t want to die! I
   want to live another day! I
   can never ever die! I
   want to live another day!
That’s – that’s just how I
am!

For now, I
   will tell you something I
   know.
I
   remember everything I
   do! I
   know everything I
   do! I
   don’t want to die! I
   want to live another day! I
   will never ever die! I
   want to live another day! That’s just how I
   am!

Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!
Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!
Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!

For now,
I will tell you something I remember.
I remember everything I do!
I know everything I do!
I don’t want to die!
I want to live another day!
I can’t die!
I want to live another day!
That’s surely truly how I am!

Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!

Please,

Right On the Verge of Figuring Things Out