Men To Machines To Monsters.A Poem by The Midnight WriterWhat is our future? For that matter, what is anyone's future? Daily advances in technology cause changes. Wounded marine with a robotic arm or leg. Trauma patient with a digital cortex. How far can we go before people are no longer really people? Before men are no longer born? At the rate our world changes, we will be our own destruction. When do we consider ourselves human? When we have feelings? Feeling pain? Feeling empathy? Feeling joy? But what happens when you take these away? These people are no longer men or machines. These people are monsters. Born or created for one purpose. They live knowing only one thing, Their target.
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Added on November 16, 2015 Last Updated on November 16, 2015 AuthorThe Midnight Writerperrysburg, OHAboutI am a young write who wished to be able to write for unknown audiences that may find my works well written and pleasureful. more..Writing
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