Jimmy - The Man who became a machine..

The man who became a machine.
by Jimmy Bøgh Christensen on 5th of october 2010

As pure streams of energy rushes through my skin I stop for a moment
home, as I know it, in this place in my mind.
The reapperance of feelings feebly lost in the mists of time,
a comforting thought glimpses in a short distant breath.
Lost here, feelings of stillness, restlessness, and the all consuming
tranquility that comes with this state of mind.

Simple thoughts gently passing by, like laying on the soft long grass
hills in a valley of greens, reds, violets and blues. The soft warm spring
wind gently caressing your skin as you watch coulds on a blue canvas sky,
drifting by with no effort.

And yet, a darkness, that I should not explore resides in this machine.
Logic, as it would seem, and cynicism, makes a solid base for reasoning,
that all of this is worthless.

It seems that for every emotion, and every action, there is an explanation,
which when put in the right terms, shows no sign of humanity. Everything is down
to sex and survival. Machines walk the earth, and most of them blissfully
unaware of the ethernal worthlessness of their lives. Machines that believe in
meanings and values that they themselves are unable to rationally explain.
Stupid machines who for some reason let their programs go corrupt uptill a state
where many of them do not even fullfill their original goals. Machines
that invent more machines, and even larger ones. Cultures, norms, societies,
civilisations. These larger machines like cancer cells, do nothing but absorb
resources from the smaller machines who from birth become imprisoned in the
inventions of their forefathers.

Machines that feel, but for how long ?
What will become of the machines when they no longer feel?
Will the larger machines that enslave them become self-aware?
Will everything end?
I'll not be here to find out, but the machines of the machines
might, and they might even read this, input into another large machine.