Charles Harmon

Welcome to the Thetaverse

In blog we trust. Yes, I believe in social media!

If it’s online, it must be science fiction come true!

There it is, in living color floating on the cloud!

But now there is so much more than mere reality!

Prepare to enter the Metaverse and beyond.

Virtual influencer Bangkok Naughty Boo

blends fantasy and reality being gender fluid

forever young, created by computer generation

artificial intelligence augmented mixed virtual reality

call her a digital deep fake she’s as real or surreal

as you want her to be, and you can be what you wish

in this brave, depraved new world where you

get it on with a sex robot limited only by your

imagination, but be careful what you wish for

because you might just get it, get it right up the…

like a colonoscopy on an unconscious politician

when you get Zucked, your identity stolen and

reborn, twisted, recreated, cut into pieces and

repackaged until you become what you fantasize.

 

So then, welcome to the Thetaverse, oh yeah,

hello yellow brick road, where everything is poppy green.

It’s all electric, pollution free, solar wind hydro electricity

with no pollution, no people, negative population growth

to the point of diminishing returns and humans are sparse.

Theta stands for the Greek word thanatos, meaning death

and in the Thetaverse we will have moved beyond life

and become eternal, non-fungible tokens digitalized

set to live forever in electronic circuitous mother boards.

 

Yes, we will all live forever as non-fungible tokens of ourselves

endlessly orbiting one another in the circuits of quantum computers

able to read one million poems a minute and write a billion an hour.

We will have the power to become eternal, ghosts in the machine,

but instead of us writing the poems the poems will be writing us

in quantum computer code, Escher’s hands drawing one another,

will it steal your soul or create a new one, chainblocking on

heaven’s door, a path to synthetic heaven or highway to hell?

This is the quest, you avatars a spectrum of specters made of AI,

no more privacy, your mind belongs to the hive, the Borgia

give in—resistance is futile—or write a poem and be free!