Command: Delete

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Command: Delete

 

 

The faded digital screen emits a gentle light.

Gracefully incised metal fingers silently touch the air, scrolling to the next nostalgic image.

 

The footage of a rosy fifteen year old girl plays. She had fallen backwards and away from her desk, chocking on laughter, and embarrassed by mildly teasing remarks, awkwardly tangled in between the arms of a broken chair.

 

The indifferent electronic features of the artificial viewer almost frown as the screen is lit again, with an unpleasant image of three glum sisters and a single parent, a recently abandoned mother faking a smile in between.

 

Command: Delete.

 

Confirm Delete: Are you sure you want to remove the file and move it to the Recycle Bin?

 

Command: Yes.

 

A routine of agreeable and repulsive is repeated and so is the previous command:

 

Command: Delete

Command: Delete

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Command: Delete

Command: Delete

 

Error: Some files could not be removed. They are either corrupt or are being used by another program.

 

Command: Format Local Disk (c:)

Confirm Format: Are you sure you want to reformat Local Disk (c:)?

 

Command: Yes.

 

Message: 98% of Local Disk (c:) has been successfully reformatted.

Existing memory: 1%

 

The human-like intelligent eyes stare at a blank screen. For months, years; through the seasons and insignificant human affairs, wars, peace, and the closing stages of their world.

 

A stern lump of metal ruins are sitting below a cliff by the shore, faceless, scrunched and rusted it's vital core reactivated by the touch of an odd invader, now inhabitant of the reviving land.

 

Command: View existing files:

Message: Existing Memory of a Smile: 1%

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

This is a great poem. It reminds me of the movie AI by Steven Spielberg. At the end of the movie there is a new life form that is a robot looking to examine the past of the human world. The imagery is wonderfully written here.

[Brette Medb]

Very futuristic. There were two ways I could take this poem and either way they are both brilliant. The deleting of life the way you express it isn't sad it's merely cold and hollow. Great write!


B

A very cool piece of writing.... I enjoyed the idea of writing a poem as sort of computer coding!
It really worked well with this poem! I know I often feel wishing that I could delete the crappy stuff in my life.
Great write!

[My Fair Lady]

You my dear are one of a kind.. How I love your most creative side.

[Stripes]

This is fantastic and amazing. It's got an odd mechanical and disconnected feel. It's great. I love it.

[M.Babu]

This piece has a mysterious tinge added to it my friend. I like the mystery of new unchartered concepts that are well put in words.

Fantastic creativity you have love.
Loved this part:

"The indifferent electronic features of the artificial viewer almost frown as the screen is lit again, with an unpleasant image of three glum sisters and a single parent, a recently abandoned mother faking a smile in between."

Awesome!

[Sam]

I liked it a lot! It kind of confused me a little bit because when I see computer-speak (as i sometimes call it) I go blank for a few seconds at a time. But it was honestly very good It made me think.

[PaperDoll]

I like it. It has an element of the strange, of wonder. Brilliant. :)

[Elle M.]

I really like this it interesting but a little confusing is this through the eyes of a machine who owns no feeling or emotions thats the feeling I got. Well done anyway.
- E. Salvatore

[Coyote Poetry]

To have the ability to delete could be bad and good. It would be hell to repeat some dumb mistakes over and over again. Human need to feel pain to understand fire burns, words can cause pain. All things will return back to you given in hate or love. I like the way you wrote this poem. Like a Government document. Trying to clean-up the minds of their people. No weakness in this poem. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote