I can picture a future, where there's not many left,
Just a million or two, to populate Earth.
We will all be androgonous and all microchipped,
And fly round the Earth in little round ships.
Where crystalline towers will stretch to the sky,
And robots pick flowers in meadows nearby.
Collect honey in jars, for the children on Mars,
When they stop off for lunch on their way to the stars.
And out in the sticks, near the asteroid belt,
The new housing complex would make your heart melt.
Where hollowed out moons and Jupiter views,
Make fine homes for miners and androids they choose.
And everyone shares the same dream every night,
Through the Musk interface and the Open AI.
Where religion has gone, every Mosque every Church,
And God can be found in a quick Google search.
Just a million or two, to populate Earth.
We will all be androgonous and all microchipped,
And fly round the Earth in little round ships.
Where crystalline towers will stretch to the sky,
And robots pick flowers in meadows nearby.
Collect honey in jars, for the children on Mars,
When they stop off for lunch on their way to the stars.
And out in the sticks, near the asteroid belt,
The new housing complex would make your heart melt.
Where hollowed out moons and Jupiter views,
Make fine homes for miners and androids they choose.
And everyone shares the same dream every night,
Through the Musk interface and the Open AI.
Where religion has gone, every Mosque every Church,
And God can be found in a quick Google search.
