| I like to think (and |
| the sooner the better!) |
| of a cybernetic meadow |
| where mammals and computers |
| live together in mutually |
| programming harmony |
| like pure water |
| touching clear sky. |
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| I like to think |
| (right now, please!) |
| of a cybernetic forest |
| filled with pines and electronics |
| where deer stroll peacefully |
| past computers |
| as if they were flowers |
| with spinning blossoms |
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| I like to think |
| (it has to be!) |
| of a cybernetic ecology |
| where we are free of our labors |
| and joined back to nature |
| returned to our mammal |
| brothers and sisters |
| and all watched over |
| by machines of loving grace. |
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| Richard Brautigan (1968) |