Sunday, December 03, 2006

Cyborg Porn VR Poems

          .i

Sex with void forms, bodiless movement
Neural nets decoding virii emoticons.
We cannot write code for souls.
Forms without form, mechanic motion
Bits and bytes and ram --
Nothing real:  not me
                          not you.
Data read, written, exchanged; was
                          it good for you too?


          .ii

This is not love, you
Me, all we did was make
A hybrid of ourselves.

Love is learning to let you;
Never holding on
All I can offer.


          .iii

We keep sharing
                   each other
         but
                   remain strangers.
I don't know what this is,
                   there is
         here a
                   wealth of empty promises
.
Hiding behind avatars we are
         gods and sinners
                   beautiful lovers
         made more than
Hacked together codes.

2 comments:

  1. This was an attempt at a new series of Cyborg Porn poems, done after the cyborg had "died" and been uploaded to a Virtual Reality. I couldn't get as much out of the subject, though.

    Perhaps Darusha could? *hint, hint*

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  2. I don't know if I can do poems, but I'll think about it. Frighteningly, this issue come up a lot in The Cubicle Men.

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