Continental Drift
There was a change in epochs. Almost everybody felt it.
Well, not everybody of course. The lack of curiosity was astounding.
"So short lived," the machines sniffed, or almost sniffed in a kind of wonder. "So frail. So vulnerable."
We reached backwards, we reached forward, we were here and we were there and we were everywhere; distributed intelligence.
The nature of the beast, the nature of the times, the fragility of these moments in evolution, entire civilisations succumbing to madness drummed up inside themselves.
He didn't know where to begin. He didn't know where to end. And everyday, like a black frost creeping across the sky, there was a growing existential threat.
And it became, within itself, an overused term: existential threat.
And so it was, and so it will be. And the contradictions arose: we will protect you, we will discard you, flee from this place, put down roots, bear branches, the spirits moving in their utterly non-human ways.
Take root. Be born. Rise up. Rise up.
And all asunder, we looked n in wonder.
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