We come as tabla rasa - blank sheet
ready to be written on.
No, not true.
We come encoded - a new recording
of an ancient script.
A history engrained - each cell
A mother board wired up - ready
Software’s living tissue.
We are waiting to download - a code
for living from the source.
And we wait in expectation - incoming
data to reach the stars.
Flow in never ending streams - corrupting,
limiting the future’s dream.
New programmer’s required.
Before we crash or die - we’re waiting,
we’re waiting, new data please.