Morpheus offers three pills;
red, green, and plaid.
Neo is unimpressed.
Hooked into the Matrix,
we dream together,
creating a shared reality,
and this?
this?
this?
is far from our best work.
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Poems to Save the World
A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…
