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I chose cyberpunk as a theme for my anthology at first merely because I like it as a literary genre. As I wrote and collected poetry for my anthology I began to realize however, that the world within began to reflect the world that we live in. Our lives are becoming increasingly dependent upon technology, this would be a benign and harmless fact if it weren’t deliberate, if that were the case we would be better equipped to change it at any time. However the rise in dependence upon technology has been subtly brought upon us by life in an increasingly capitalistic and oligarchic society. You’ll notice that the poetry in this anthology shows in great detail the possible negative impacts of information technology.
Can you understand
Your voluntary hallucination
By constant signals of light and sound
Emitted across the world
Reading your life signs
Sign on, jack in
Place yourself anywhere in the world
Absolute freedom from the fleshy prison, but do you
Control it, or does it control you
Existence has never been more subjective
Untitled poem from project.cyberpunk.ru submitted by madbyte
Untitled cyberpunk haiku by zero anon
Midnight chrome circuits
Jumping like electric fire
My skin tinglesWith the after-image of your hands and kisses,As if you had passed the static in your veinsOver to me And I was lathered with the scent.You lie next to the hollow of the mattressWhere I slept, As if you were sleeping too.Your hair flows over the pillow like Dark watersShining, while the damaged cellsRepair themselves, to go on shining.
I carefully feelFor the cut the surgeon left on my wrist That morning, but the gel has already healed it,Only a bruise now -I savour it, as the nerves in my hand Draw from the implant, their pathwaysSteadily calcified, Then refashioned as conducting filaments.My palms bristle with the fever of strange currents:The biocontrollerSeated deep in my motor cortexSinging the new machine code of movement.
Between surgery,We will indulge ourselves in ecstatic threesomes -My old self, edging towards death, embracingIt's replacement,And your already perfect androgeny: your soft layersPretending to be flesh, your mechanisms for loving,Your soothing voiceReciting the simulation of a poem.Until the night comes that I ask you to sever The oxygen tubeKeeping the last of my brain alive -My body tingling with fresh static all my own.
Fresh static all my own
We were taught from school to deal with future shock,Yesterday already a footnoteIn the Global History Text, we rush with open armsTowards the next new miracle,Ready to deal with the fear of not knowingWhat our generation will becomeAfter the Solstice, when all people sleep.
Waiting at the bottom of the oceanFor cast off news, machines monitorFlux and pattern in the Text:A slithering binary map of all events.Anticipating failures far ahead, they intensifyThe conditioning to compensate,While in our every living cell wait The genetic masons, benignly fixing flaws,Until a blueprint is relayed to them.They re-craft our DNA.
Philosophers agree - This is the end of evolution.No longer the incidental egg for passing onFamily traits, merely for survival,No more the coded legacy Carried like a manual,Freed from the tyranny of mutation and selection.
Projections show no moreOf nature's accidental heroes will existNext year. The automatic masons pick them out.One Orchid was preserved, one Bee,One Hummingbird,But fewer people go to see them.I pressed my ear to the ground, but I all could hearWas the Earth growl impotently back,Like a stomach whose last meal had been creation.
You are obsolete
Your feeble meaty body could never keep up with our world
You must become one with the machine
Free yourself from the prison of your biological limits
(but what are the costs)
There are no boundaries in our new order
(why trust it, your humanity is at stake)
Why chain yourself to the limits of biology
(is their solution truly freedom)
Freedom inc. reserves the right to access and control any upgrades you apply, cybernetic, biological or nanotech.
We reserve the right to take control and draft you into our security forces at any moment. By applying for our services you revoke the status of humanity and thus your basic human rights.
HAVE A NICE DAY
(EVOLUTION SHOULD BE FREE)
(TRANSHUMANISM IS ABOUT FREEDOM FROM BIOLOGY AT NO COST)
(THEIR CORRUPTION OF OUR PHILOSOPHY MUST BE STOPPED)
(CORPORATE INTERESTS WILL NEVER REPRESENT FREEDOM)
By Pieter Deurloo
By: Pieter Deurloo
Our electronic void
Machines control us
We always depend on them
Have we lost ourselves?
By: Pieter Deurloo
What will become of us
Where will we go
will machines really replace us?
And if they should
Will we remain
Cast out of their digital eden
Or will we upgrade
Become one with them
Will we still be us?
What can we do
I have no answer to that
Too much depends on our actions today
Let us hope they are the right ones
Ford, Matt. “Fresh static all my own” http://www.lizardlogic.co.uk/~mattf/web_freshstatic
Ford, Matt. “Meta Biology” http://www.lizardlogic.co.uk/~mattf/web_metabiology
Mcrae, Edwin. “In the Neuroverse” http://fictionengine.blogspot.com/2007/10/cyberpunk-poetry-for-oxymorons.html
Frontline Assembly. “Mindphaser” Tactical Neural Implant. Third Mind, 1992. CD.