an engineering rush :: new scientist

we’re living in a computer simulation
seriously
read new scientist
the fourth in July 2K2*
near the PM’s paternal prose
the week he appointed Canterbury Rowan

the programmers—simulators—
can manoeuvre anything
in this simulated world
kill erase create modify
restart rewrite abandon forget

they’ll be gods
and glancing round this planet
ours clearly have surreal humour
so i expect hints

they wouldn’t waste complexity
to simulate something simple
maybe the whole universe is fake
perhaps they’re evolving multiverses
(think of kaku’s hyperspace)*
even megaverses

if the hint’s linguistic
we’ll find some common word
saying what the gods desire

consider those concepts
universe multiverse megaverse
find the common part

the gods are seeking verses

failed simulations get deleted
that’s in no–one’s interest
so we whom the gods desire to write
must write
everyone else must help

fund poets to strut their scans
grants for ranting poesie
declare the bard the verse messiah
free poets’ holidays in xanadu
nubile young women do your duty
save your life save the world
throw yourselves at the nearest poet
especially me
toyboys to the girlie poets

everybody save yourselves
be good to us
be very very good


*Follow the links on the right.

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new scientist
a song so dire
the argument
another bitch
homework
hymnen
recreated arts
the game
oh gods
rushed off
unanswering

Simulation Argument
Hyperspace





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