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Stoneflier:
The humming was ever-present,
Like the sound the world made by being true,
But this world was something different,
Small private place out here in the dark,
The stars such brilliant points in all colors,
They could cut you like a broken heart to see,
The never ending run of the ion stream,
Hard charged electrified rock dust,
So fine it was like mist,
Thrown by magnets at near light speed out the tube,
Slowly the ship was eating the rock,
Slowly the rock was gaining speed,
Until it would fall on Red Mars like a bomb,
Surgically precise the spot it would fall,
Far from the Anthills,
Carrying one more load of water ice,
Adding so many more tons of mass,
And as soon as the rock was moving just right,
Ship would let it go on it's way to fall,
And this little family would be along for the ride,
Undying optical circuit souls,
They'd climb out of the well,
Run out into the Snowball Cloud,
And like the Mitten of Zeus,
Throw another Snowball right in Mars' hard ass face,
And some century soon,
He'd turn greenish blue,
And none of the ants would have to hold their breath anymore,
But Ship's Family would ghost on in optical Heaven,
Spirits copied from dead souls past,
Living in nirvana playing at all their fantasies,
Just ready for the next emergency to call them out,
But every now and then they'd take a peek,
See black empty and bright stars,
Realize how far out their people's ghosts had drifted,
Five hundred light years out,
If you had a good enough antenna and the right antiques,
You could still catch the ghost of their world,
And thank whatever ruled the Universe,
That they'd been copied without one thing,
They had no emotion called grief,
Just endless hope for all the generations of ants,
Waiting for the Greening,
And then Ganymede would get slapped in the face,
With a big, fat Snowball,
Because that's how these legends are played.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/02/2003
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
I picture "artificial experts" as copies of people,
Residing inside some far-advanced computer,
Living in an electronic dream state, running all the functions
of ships in deep space dropping comets on planets being
terraformed by the thousands or even millions, extending
the number of places life is viable around this star, and maybe carrying
the seeds of life to other stars.
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