If he really exists,
If we're all computer simulations,
My library hold's mist,
Rather could be made up of the same things,
Pesky ones and zeros,
Really not that diff'rent than most theories,
Whether digital, string, god, or Plato,
What if we are second generation,
Like simulated twice?
A simulation developed A.I.,
Then John wrote Men and Mice.
I will not end,
With, 'we just have to live,
Hist'ry's ripe with metaphysical thoughts,
Which means the coders are inquisitive.
No comments:
Post a Comment