Project Gilgamesh
Today the last to be allowed to die
Will say her words and give the nurse the nod.
She thinks she’s going to a better place;
Though we suspect, she hasn’t used the word.
What death is we now never hope to prove;
But pestilence and famine were just foils
To its brief mastery of humankind.
Now we are faced with many meaner trials:
What living is, we’ve none of us found out;
But now we’ve outlawed death we’ll have the chance
To design a destiny befitting
Of our race. And many centuries hence
We’ll still tell of how, once upon a time,
The last to be allowed to die were wrong
To upset our young unanimity;
To try to keep our siblinghood hamstrung.
Remember, our ancestors once looked up
Presuming they could pluck stars from the sky;
For far too long we’ve failed to question “How?”
And wasted far too many breaths with “Why?”
“I am a 21st century person who was accidentally launched in the 20th.
I have a deep nostalgia for the future.”
“Conventional names define a person’s past: ancestry, ethnicity, nationality, religion. I am not who I was ten years ago and certainly not who I will be
in twenty years”
“In 2030 we will be ageless and everyone will have an excellent chance
to live forever. 2030 is a dream and a goal.”
– FM-2030
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