Electronic chirps

Electronic chirps in monotoned resilience,
Subliminal hum of the twinkling light;
Or paradigm's implied consilliance,
Crickets of a technological blight.

Crisscrossed lasers guarding the world;
Encoded strata of binary tongues,
Translating algorithms into Perl-
Are we to them, just so much dung?

Bionic domes to house our kind,
When the world gives up its ghost;
Will we be slave, when they are master
And what of us; once known as host?

Pendemic
With the advancement of A.I. we might put ourselves on the extinction list! great write as always.

sonetta
your mind runs 24/7 doesn't it! yes, the way we rely on technology one has to ask who is master....

Fay Slimm
What indeed ! Hosts now and surrounded by unfeeling technology we all wonder about when the world really gives up. - - a powerful sweep of verbal fervour Pattie and so well done.

carol
fascinating you raise many questions

Prince Obed de la CRUZ
the first line made me remember the book i must buy for my "Management Information Systems" subject... thanks... anyway, nice write!

york2frisco
Nice... We'll be the legendary creators that breathed the spark of life into the present life forms before our inherent design flaws caused our extinction. We'll be gods... or dinosaurs .

Alison Cassidy
What of us, indeed! For some reason Hal from '2001- a Space Odyssey' comes to mind as I read this fascinating poem with it's rhythmical assurance and its scientific strength. Great write. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Desiree
I like the way this poem flows.. wonderful..