TSE BOULTON

ROBOT
- we are programmed the way we are -

- if you could glimpse what would you find? THE MAN IN THE ROCKET
- loneliness is a cold vacuum -

The Day the Trees killed everyone

when the table turns what will we learn? - what's so funny? -

I AM, ERGO
the Apollo condition

Dr Obrain's
to dabble or not to dabble?

what will be our legacy?

She had lived on the borders for many months During her time there though she had never witnessed anything like this Her settlements darkened doorways lurked rapists but even they had smart coats and smiles This was barbarian, plain and awful A 17 year old white human girl trapped in a

ROBOT

brothel.

Not remembering quite how she got there But certainly receiving a fright from each room In the left hand room with the plush velvet curtain She could make out a cylindrical tank of a droid Of that she was certain... Pumping his fists into tits made of tin She deemed it a sin. Dirty - Filthy - S and then M Something they had learnt from their sexual search engine. Through double doors peered her damning eyes Anal Androids and Sodomised Systems The Horror- She puked in her mouth Flew south down the corridor

Kept running but still left time to judge Of course she did It was doctrine.

She remembered the stories from her Grandmother talked of the days when the book was made spoke of the black with white, spoke of the same on same warned it would all happen again

Robots - she said, would ruin society privately, she said - it's just not natural Its unilaterally factual Only the biological should breed Any seed planted Is an insult to his greatness

Metal blasphemy buggering in brothels Created by the same fork-tongue who planted the fossils

As time passed and her dizziness subsided She began to search for some sort of exit The brothel - a complexity Eventually she stumbles, over junk on the floor Realises, it's a Mechanoid masturbating to which she abhors.

Charging out, she finds daylight and freedom. Leaving behind the prophylactics and software laced semen Returning to her society she spurs on hate talks of the sex and how their multiplex was nothing but an unsavoury state Demanding for deletion demolition of their kind She finds she is not so welcomed In fact - aside from her party of five Everyone else doesn't mind. The Sovereign explains, 'doctrine be damned' equality for all, every robot; every man no matter your program we should embrace not drive down, devalue, debunk or debase So the little girl stopped stopped speaking out loud Until she could find the right sort of crowd. Perhaps one day this cycle will end and all our views will no longer offend.

Sir Crimson Faulks witnesses...

From his study, and his study he made a great machine.

10 feet in length.

Some form of a temporal canoe to construe both past and tomorrow or so he told...

A brave bold adventure this inventor prepared 'tempus en es temporis' he dared...

His first port, flung backwards in time arrived when philosophy and maths were the prime Spoke with Plato - Aristotle both separately then together and quite differentially both gave the same view Human kind will always make it through.

Then onwards he travelled to another forgotten land. Where he found musician and artisan. He begged them to expand and tell him true What will happen to mankind when our day is through? Da Vinci at first gave a terrible reply that left not a dry eye Then a hop later and Galileo reinforced, of course... The universe does not revolve around us we are not the source. Another jump and he landed in a world where electronic communication had unfurled He spoke to Hawking, he asked him with distinction The physicist replied, abandon earth or face extinction The traveller could not believe the state of what he saw. He asked himself, what was it all for? How could we let ourselves fall from such grace, to bulldoze and botox the Earth's beautiful face? Now we have no threat of any extra-terrestrial fight The blame lies on us - as we are the archtype

...and as he leaped forth, 100 years he realised all of mans fears. not a single one left a deft piece of work no living human left to lurk ...and as he thought, of those he had met he, the calm quickly became fret Is there something to do? Is there something to be done? Can I cure our human sickness? Or are we terminally dumb? Cursed to commit... ...genocide of our genus

THE MAN

IN THE
ROCKET
Inside some capsule in a forgotten system sits a man He has been alone for a lengthy while His smile has rusted His teeth have cracked Rather them then his mind... The advert attracted that's what led him to this place Want to be wanted adored, loved... immortal Now he wants nothing more than to die Now he wants nothing more than to be forgotten The rotten thing is that he's unaware Navigation is off but if he dare... ...look around, and gather in view He would see what is true

His ship misplaced but still in orbit Never ending cycle Spinning It adds to his dizziness, disorient above the poles That solo astronaut suspended above 11 billion souls He feels so far away from us Almost like a distant cousin Perhaps it is his concussion talking and not his brain On outward appearance he seems just the same As everyone else in this solar system Another sufferer of the human condition... ...and all it would take is for him to glance around and realise that the sound is the rest of his race screaming the same loneliness on the planets face... ...then maybe, perhaps, if chances were found he would find his way again put both feet on the ground.

The Day the Trees killed everyone

Upon the midnight hour Our punishment came in droves of groves and knot tied fists to seek us out and cut us ripe to snipe - to slay - to bludgeon their prey They uprooted their homes and travelled far came to take vengeance for the gaping scar the burnt forests and plundered lands the murdered wood - the defiled plants For us, a taste medicine in mouth they dowsed for us found and then it began One man was sliced and diced chopped into thin steak used to wipe sap and clean up bellyache Absorbent this tissue... ...this muscle too... one cried out "is it fair?" they all muttered "they'd do it to you"

Quick enough a factory was made where they manufactured a standard grade sheets of skin cut from limb used to scratch and write in a page of flesh for our crimes each book cost a pound they found 14 for only a stone. Marked flesh made for good record but quickly came a worse accord "STOP!" deplored a tree "Stop thinking of the me!" They all gathered to listen some using pigment as parchment... "This is wrong - to use our food source! What if the star above is actually alive? What if it feels pain, misery and love?" So on that day, several stopped eating sun left light to be free and turned their attention to humanity 'humanitarians' - they called themselves and as they ate who could we blame? no-one but ourselves and as they ate what had we gained? insight from their dominance that sometimes... our actions... have consequence.

Honestly what was the point of colonising the moon? Here we stand on its foundation - within the borders. Why does it feel the same? ...because as normal we have done the two actions. Those two actions that are our only capable talents. We the breeder; We the killer. Humanity is often referred to as the only animal that adapts its environment not itself... ...and how do we change the landscape? We shag; We fight Once the cement had set then the colony set to work churned out 50 babans in 3 quarters... ...humanity's quirk.

They called it the Rattery. It's name for passing ships. An infestation on the sea once so tranquil, 1000 rabbits - knickers around ankles. Until the colony spread and the resources grew thin... and that's when all the fighting could begin... Split into panarchy each group ruled its own a throne made of bread they said, promised to every drone. Charging into darkness went the children of Selene hoping to change circumstance, no longer another sardine seeking vaccine - for their populace boom by bringing death and destruction and doom Once again the ape proves its skill by successfully mating then balancing with kill a thrill seeker -a drill and then a spill manifesting our worth to the value of nil...

...and so again, I ask once more... What was the point when all we do is make love and make war? Why not save ourselves the trouble and do what we do best? Why not put an end to us? Finally laid to rest... A singular organism One pile of flesh - fucking itself to death. It seems it's been that way for years, or at least for awhile... as we pile higher... ...as our net weight becomes greater... ...sooner or later, our belts will burst gut unfurls and this world will no longer be enough. We, what's left, will take to the sky colonise the moon and get ready... ...to cum and die.

I AM, ERGO
function gathered to welcome welcome the new arrival they held streamers and banners up high and waved they held their hopes and dreams aloft and prayed their deity though not present

as vehicle landed - abated breath followed - and then silence this was the moment that they had all searched for an eon mankind no longer the unique, now they could stand opaque a life, not theirs intelligent. at least capable to travel great distance for instance they can break barriers of physics but not of the social some say they are smart smarter than a rock perhaps many who stood witness became emotional the zealots tried not to be too objectionable and the orchestra played the conventional... ...third encounter chime from the doorway like an angel, stepped a being

slithered more than stepped as its tentacle coiled a luminous transparent head somehow gave them their reflection before any words had even been said what appeared in the possible brow caused adrenaline to drown in adrenaline a floating optical attached to a membrane one pulsating organ one elongated vein no lips to speak of no visible vocal cord instead an ear aching induced by deafening screech of which none could ignore a vision in everyone's mind of a thousand others like them different shape and frame neither one the same but all, reporting intelligence it dawned at this moment that they were not alone they who stood trapped on their native rocky home and as the life stood before not harbouring a grudge it gave the monkeys present a chance to continue to judge

but thankfully due to something the ignorant were cast aside and a new mindset emerged stronger one that wanted them to survive becoming a better being for a better way of life yearning to end all problems all miseries and strife as one unit - as one creed breathing as one lung one heart to bleed a new journey had begun it made them stand up taller it gave them what was due the day they gained a purpose the day they begun a new

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Dr Obrain's
...and on the seventh day, rest. moped his forehead, they watched him breast the procedure stitched and sow advanced ya'know, compared to the other butchers he'd escaped the jurors and judge in his homeland a nutcase nomad with a travelling band inventing a new way, making a scientific stand shaking fist at the dolts who don the cape to condone as he makes miracles and takes leaps into the unknown in their papers he is a monster in his papers he talks of bronzer, bicep and bionics from the hydroponics and electronics departments he has forged with bio-matter and sultry garments his own little Adam well, a caliban more like a puss and pike headed thing the creature king

this life now wanted more wanted to learn of lore and legend to explore moor and mountain and cliff top and shore however, Obrain could not let him go could not show the public this miscreation abomination be thy name his shame of him, but was this fair? condemn the life for being there, being him? to bring into this existence - to play as the I AM to manifest and then lack behest is that fairness or mad? Dr Obrain could not care less and continued to play and so he should for perhaps one day his lessons learnt will have earnt him a place in history as he solves ills, creates cures that were a mystery until the day, that he proves his worth the universe can take solace that no matter the scientific search there will be crowds to call him godless

...although all the domestics perished, except for those that were rather resourceful those from wild pools and plains regained their dominance a very natural order once again formed and this formed the natural order a council of sorts gathered under the old big time keeper where the pink apes once made their laws they met on consecutive Sundays or what they believed to be so they met, to discuss the rebuilding... The Great Stag of the Forest We meet here today to report back on the condition of the new nation of Albion-Animalia. All that are present will give their announcement. Each member put forth - a representative of their kind. then an adder slithered forward

Adder on behalf of Climate Control So far we still seem to have some problems with heating. Exotic animals liberated from pink ape slave camps have some concerns that the weather is sinister to their systems. then a portly pig shuffled forward Pig on behalf of the Farm Alliance We don't care about the exotics! We care about Albion-Animalia born! We care about homes and food for natives! the crowd split between the right and the left some cheered some booed some of the sheep just panicked and pooed and then in a swift deft move... Owl on behalf of the Birds of Capitalism We propose a resolution... to save you from this dilution... we need workers to clear the factories there is plenty of heat from the pollution and if some little ones disappear then I declare this system a solution! then the squirrels chimed in Squirrel on behalf of all the Squirrels Nuts! Nuts! What about our Nuts? We were promised lots of nuts and we haven't seen any? We buried out nuts in the Fox Forest but we haven't seen a return!

the foxes smirked Fox on behalf of the First Bank of Albion-Animalia You never learn! You never listen! Come for an appointment tomorrow... We'll give you a one to one tuition. the foxes smirked again and licked their lips the stag shook its horns and kicked from the hips angry at the mess unfolding The Great Stag of the Forest Enough! Can't you see? You are no better than humanity! They had to leave or face certain doom... ...they suffered a grizzly gloomy fate, and you are on track, making a date, to repeat their curse and corrupt this state... the stag bowed his head, and shed his first tear of many The Great Stag of the Forest Through arguing and selfishness, our world nearly burnt and here we stand showing that nothing has been learnt Do as you wish and soon you will see, this Earth will be dead, dry and empty. the meeting ended there well, for the time at least the human condition had once again been leased...

Futurescape
copyright 2013 Thom Boulton

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