Towards a Vision of the New Age

In cities around the world, trains filled to capacity with dead bodies pull into their respective stations right on time. There they disgorge their cargo of sullen smuggled corpses, somnolent stiffs who will gradually become alert and determinedly purposeful as they head off to their various assignments in the massive cyber factories and charming coffee shops.

Watch closely as the men stumble with bowed heads towards the waiting sharks. They grovel before the gleaming teeth and beg to be devoured. No desire will go unfulfilled. The women hold glasses of Sauvignon Blanc in one hand, while with the other they claw strips of flesh from each other and then exchange cheek kisses. The men begin to stalk the women, but the women have restraining orders. Stay back a hundred feet!

Children will all learn to obey their devices. It is best that way, we’re told. Be good, you children! You are being prepared for the new age, with unlimited awesome apps! You will become sensations on your own page, but you must not stray from the downloaded instructions. Never do that! They are here for your protection.

There are some who raise objections. Not everyone is asleep. They become a nuisance, shout them down! Listen to the chosen leaders, they have all the secret information. Everything is fine. We are fine, God is fine, the world is fine. Ignore the troublemakers, the ones who are always trying to find fault. They are not one of us. They are on the fringe, and they don’t count. Listen: the air is fine, the water is fine, the corn is fine. Don’t be one of those thinker-types who don’t realize how good they’ve got it!

Now great streaks of ominous gases are being sprayed day and night across the skies by the good machines, the fine machines, but nobody looks up. We aren’t supposed to — just do your job and watch TV. Choose from seven varieties of corn chips, with or without cheese! We all must fear the enemy, they envy our machines, they don’t have our fine devices, they are coming for our corn.

Each year there is a new enemy, but they all have one thing in common — they want our precious corn! We must protect it, we must spray it to kill the enemy. Our trains will fill to capacity with freshly sprayed corn. They will pull into the cheese stations right on time. We will destroy the envious hordes. We will decimate them like corn fields under gassy skies. We will drink up the white wine, we will go humbly to the smiling sharks, they will lead us. They will give us jobs with new devices. They will swallow us whole.


About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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