What is it the future holds for us?
A bleak wilderness shorn of identity,
Or, the fructification of a dream,
Cherished for long by mankind,
Life as a fleeting shadow,
Or, immortality for all times to come.


Who can distinguish science fiction,
From the facts of the coming age?
Shall life hold sway,
Upon this planet alone,
Or, take the universe in its stride?
Shall we see the conquest of time and space?


The events in our life,
Appear as beads on a fabric,
Strung together by a master weaver,
To whom yesterday and tomorrow
Are mere memories,
As he sees the whole of creation in its entirety.


Shall the gods come together,
To gain mastery over the universe?
And thus begin their final experiment
To redeem the cosmos itself –
The continuation of a cycle,
That was, and always shall be.


Shall the individual slowly evolve
Into a higher entity,
A conglomeration of minds,
That defines our destiny as a race,
A being aware not merely of the self,
But of the building blocks of matter.


In a world of probability,
When events combine in ways unseen,
Who shall distinguish tomorrow’s world,
From the world of fantasy?

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