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English assignment. A Shakespearean/English-structure sonnet, iambic pentameter and all that jazz.
About those that choose not to augment in the age of the transhumanism.
[h=5]There wait the mortals of flesh, changing not,
They persevere with pride in the mundane.
As time rolls by 'tis sure they'll be forgot
For in a wondrous world, lost is the plain.
Forsook is steel for bone and glass for sight;
Preferring frailty to strength, the natural men
Do cower 'fore post-humans' silvered might,
Complete obsolescence a fact of when.
Reluctance for ascension's sweet embrace -
Does mark apart the better from the worse;
Betrays the e'er-rise of the human race.
They're history's new traditionalist curse.
Into the future is more of the same,
those that would keep the mind and body lame.[/h]
About those that choose not to augment in the age of the transhumanism.
[h=5]There wait the mortals of flesh, changing not,
They persevere with pride in the mundane.
As time rolls by 'tis sure they'll be forgot
For in a wondrous world, lost is the plain.
Forsook is steel for bone and glass for sight;
Preferring frailty to strength, the natural men
Do cower 'fore post-humans' silvered might,
Complete obsolescence a fact of when.
Reluctance for ascension's sweet embrace -
Does mark apart the better from the worse;
Betrays the e'er-rise of the human race.
They're history's new traditionalist curse.
Into the future is more of the same,
those that would keep the mind and body lame.[/h]