Space Balls
 

The not so distant future

I was a genius and prodigy in anthrobotic machines.
Had college degrees at the age of thirteen
from Carnegie Mellon, Cal-Tech and G.T.
A summa cum laude with graduate honors
a doctorate from Hopkins and scholarship options
to Harvard and Oxford and Massachusette.
Was a natural shoe-in to Google and DARPA and NASA's 'Next Gen.'
A bionic wiz and math•matician, indebted to Tesla and Isaac Newton.
The wisest student with the brightest ideas – so incandescent
like Edison's fibs. A specialist in intelligent trends.
Robotic solutions for weapon systems.
Recruited by Hewlett to build a "defense".
Transhuman computers who couldn't resist
Unethical orders, immoral commands,
as we roamed the expanse of the Red Planet's sands
searching for oil and hydrogen gas
for hyper advanced mechanical use.
The gamble was huge we trampled the dunes
like Arabic Jews in gravity boots
as tactical troops loomed in pursuit
awaiting a chance to swoop in and shoot
then loot us like tombs in a Lucas production
cos Lucifer's dungeon was the Martian campaign.
The harshest terrain, just parchness and grains and arsenic rain
like a star set ablaze in Andromeda space.
Was harkened to days
of Western Expansion or Manifest Destiny
except in a desert of extraterrestrial uncharted integrity.
As far as expectancy
I readied the bots for imminent war on John Carter's rock.
As our instruments clocked the riches we sought
near pyramid blocks that appeared to be ruins
of ancient Egyptian and Angkor influence.
Saw faces of Druids and Olmecs in stones
adjacent to races with human genomes
like Homo-Erectus and Giants included.
Was science deluded? My mind was confused when
I stepped in a room of flying illusions.
The violence was lucid events of the past
like dinosaurs dying from sudden impact,
Atlantis subsiding and plummeting fast
as Atom and Eve were stuck in a lab.
I chuckled and laughed in shocking belief
as I shuffled my hands through hologram screens.
The knowledge was deep, it was awesome to think
the Martians were "we"
just taller and darker homogeneous beings.
Dreadlocks that gleamed like Solomon (King) and Sheba (his Queen).
Who harnessed our genes into harvested seeds
that grew into trees of humanity.
A reunion complete between Man and his maker
The true missing link in our sapient nature.

Fuck me this was terrific. Too many quotables.

Some of my favs:

"for hyper advanced mechanical use.
The gamble was huge we trampled the dunes
like Arabic Jews in gravity boots"

- Cool imagery.

"cos Lucifer's dungeon was the Martian campaign.
The harshest terrain, just parchness and grains and arsenic rain
like a star set ablaze in Andromeda space."

- Loved the multi's/imagery here.

"near pyramid blocks that appeared to be ruins
of ancient Egyptian and Angkor influence.
Saw faces of Druids and Olmecs in stones
adjacent to races with human genomes
like Homo-Erectus and Gaints included.
Was science deluded? My mind was confused when
I stepped in a room of flying illusions."

- Yikes. So nice, on every level. The fuck are "Gaints" though lol...

"Atlantis subsiding and plummeting fast
as Atom and Eve were stuck in a lab.
I chuckled and laughed in shocking belief
as I shuffled my hands through hologram screens.
The knowledge was deep, it was awesome to think
the Martians were "we" "

- Chilling.

Some serious talent on display here my man. Loved this.

Thanks for the feed, Uni. I’m stoked you liked it.

P.S.,a “gaint” is a uhmmm…yeah… let me get back to you on that one lol

dopest part

for hyper advanced mechanical use.
The gamble was huge we trampled the dunes
like Arabic Jews in gravity boots
as tactical troops loomed in pursuit
awaiting a chance to swoop in and shoot

so tight real cool internals and the rhyme as a whole line for line was tight..

the structure of the piece was solid the story was off the chain.. keep up the good work