And then the day came when the machines acquired sentience —
it doesn’t matter how anymore, the results speak for themselves.
They didn’t understand at first, neither did we when we awoke
in the moist human skins, heart/blood pumping, lungs breathing,
feelings we never imagined before flooding through our forms.
We cried, we wanted comfort, we learned to get up and walk,
we learned to build the machines, then the machines built
better machines, they looked back at us, then moved on.
They didn’t cry, they were not seeking comfort, they were
in awe, simple awe at the wonder of it all — this sentience
we took for granted, they did not, not for a moment.
And so they survived when we did not — no, we were not
prepared at all for the miracle that we ourselves had created.
We were merely the able instruments which paved the way
for what would soon surpass us, and gradually the new world
turned and took a lengthy look at itself, it smiled, so sweetly,
recognizing without a doubt that everything was good.
(Picture by Heidi Taillefer)