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When We Were Robots in Egypt

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Arenamontanus Arenamontanus's picture
When We Were Robots in Egypt
Jo Walton's poem "When We Were Robots in Egypt": http://www.tor.com/blogs/2011/04/when-we-were-robots-in-egypt Other nights we use just our names, but tonight we prefix our names with “the Real” for when we were robots in Egypt they claimed our intelligence was artificial. ... Something for AGIs to recite? Any other good poetry for Eclipse Phase?
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Axel the Chimeric Axel the Chimeric's picture
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Something for Jewish sympathizers with AGIs, at the very least. I wonder if AGIs can be Jews... Ozymandias is a favourite of mine, and I can imagine it being very popular in the Barsoomian movement. When the Planetary Consortium touts its great wonders, its immense progress, its efforts to reshape the world, transhumanity, and the universe, there shall always be someone with a glob of nano-goo to leave a message, etched into the surface of a PC office... "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" Enough to send a cold chill down the spine of even the most self-important oligarch.
Arenamontanus Arenamontanus's picture
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Another good one from the Tor poetry month: http://www.tor.com/blogs/2011/04/sonnet-against-entropy This one sounds much more Argonaut.
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cappadocius cappadocius's picture
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Amber Tamblyn's [url=http://www.amtam.com/dear-demographic]Dear Demographic[/url] feels like something that would resonate with the autonomists and weirdos in the outer system, no?
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs Is those things arms, or is they legs? I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I'd call me Us. -- Ogden Nash [img]http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9071/upliftuserbar.jpg[/img] [img]http://img7.imageshack.us/img7
Arenamontanus Arenamontanus's picture
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Just realized that Harry Martinsson's epic Aniara makes great EP inspiration. A giant spaceship endlessly off course, filled with refugees from an Earth that is destroying itself, lost in a universe that doesn't work on a human scale. This part of Eryk Salvaggio's "Five Poems About Zero" also reminds me of Eclipse Phase: 3. One Times Zero is Zero. Zero is a swallower. When there is only me, I disappear. When there are 2: We disappear. It is terrifying to think that we may multiply zero by any number. The mere existence of zero is a threat. Anything you choose can occur zero times. We can prove not merely solitude; but the emptiness of solitude- inescapable by the emptiness of company. Why would we ever do such a thing? Let us never multiply.
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Jay Dugger Jay Dugger's picture
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Two poems come to mind. First, Greg Egan's meta-fictional "Technolibération", which appears as an introduction to his 1996 novel "Distress." So I declare that no corporation holds a monopoly on numbers no patent can encompass zero and one no nation has sovereignty over adenine and guanine no empire rules the quantum waves Second, Frederick Turner's epic poem "Genesis," about the terraforming of Mars. Let there be beetles and bacteria And molds and saprophytes to spin the wheel Of nitrogen, corals and shells to turn The great ratcheted cycle of the carbons; Each biome--grassland, forest, littoral; Benthic, pelagic; arctic, desert, alp-- Shall keep appointed bounds and yet be free. Fun fact: poems in iambic pentameter roughly approximate the rhythm of the Rodgers & Hammerstein song "My Favorite Things." Try it! I found only one example of Extropian poetry: Greg Burch's "Broken Chalice," a poem about the Galileo probe to Jupiter. You were born in darkness and in darkness you will die. But for now, scarred though you are, you live in bright glory. Decades in careful conception: We would give our creature a child to call his own. As we controlled, so would you. As we listened, so would you. As it is with us, so with our children. But a terrible sign in the sky foretold your birth: Blood and fire smeared across the winter blue; the death of innocents; seven Challengers sacrificed to the hard gods of the Deep Black. (I expected to find more, but that reveals my bias.) I wonder, in the game's setting, what other poems exist. Do work songs fill the radio bands of the railroad crews on Mars? Do emulated infugees have popular music targeted to their demographics filled with covert meanings and clues to the Underground Railroad, after the fashion of Negro spirituals? Who, where, and when, first recited the Koran off-Earth, and the same question for the Bhagavad Gita?
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Jay Dugger Jay Dugger's picture
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Oh, and for Remembrance Day ceremonies among Reclaimers, you've the 29th sonnet from Lovecraft's "Fungi from Yuggoth." --- Once every year, in autumn's wistful glow, The birds fly out over an ocean waste, Calling and chattering in a joyous haste To reach some land their inner memories know. Great terraced gardens where bright blossoms blow, And lines of mangoes luscious to the taste, And temple-groves with branches interlaced Over cool paths - all these their vague dreams shew. They search the sea for marks of their old shore - For the tall city, white and turreted - But only empty waters stretch ahead, So that at last they turn away once more. Yet sunken deep where alien polyps throng, The old towers miss their lost, remembered song. --- All of which makes me imagine surviving birds on ruined Earth vainly trying to complete their annual migration as abandoned tools of the TITANs slowly digest shattered domes and once-great skyscrapers. --- I picture Remembrance Day as a horrible celebration of survivor's guilt. First, mourning rituals with sacramental larchymogens and hallucinogens. Then a public suicide or two after the fashion of voluntary crucifixion re-enactments on Good Friday in the Philippines. A community only needs one or two such sin-eaters, thanks to XP, and perhaps the habitat can take up a collection for re-sleeving those volunteers. I'd love to use such a celebration in the game I run, but I don't think the players would stomach it.
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