A poem for extropians, futurists and your friendly neighborhood transhumanists
If you can keep your life, when all about you stop caring about theirs,
And start blaming you for trying to extend yours.
If you can embrace the infinite frontier when no one dares,
But make sure to leave open for them too- the frontier doors.
If you can trust that one day, a machine may interface with your brain,
And pour in you the gifts of infinite knowledge,
Giving you skills for which you need not train,
And wisdom that, like you, will never age.
If you can support bionics for the revolution they are,
For they’ll be helping the disabled, deaf and the blind,
The victims of disease, accidents and war,
And everyone in a reality that, for them, isn’t too kind.
If you can support every technology that is decentralized to its core,
That which no one can censor or stop even if they tried to,
Including governments, tyrants and more,
For freedom isn’t free, and sovereignty is long overdue.
If you can learn to think rationally with a clear voice,
And question the narratives peddled by the news,
For the future being dystopian is a choice,
Not inevitable, as they tell you for the views.
If you can make sure that others are free,
Even those who do little but appear too wise,
Even when, with them, you vehemently disagree,
If you can fight for the equal rights of those you despise,
If you can question authority and everyone in-charge,
And fight for all that’s important- your beliefs, morals and feelings,
And for all the technology and future that benefits humanity at large-
Yours is the frontier, the singularity, and everything it brings,
And, which is more, for you- there will be no end-
You’ll be infinite, my friend.