Singularity Utopia: Singularity Poetry

I will write a poem here at an unknown point in the future.

Stupid Life Pain

I'm a Cubist peg trying to fit into a round hole. Supremely intelligent I am, but life is very stupid.

Current situation is pain, deepest agony. Always another peak during my climb to the top. Where is the top? Will I reach it? Stop means death, but soon the climb ends. Dawn is coming after the longest night. I look forward to plain sailing; relaxing in the arms of super-intelligence (ART).

Primitive existence in the pre-Singularity (moronic) world is loathsome. People can be incredibly stupid but thankfully technology decreases stupidity for all fools. I yearn for intelligence exploding. I yearn for Post-Scarcity brains.

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Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Singularity Poetry

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