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Second SOL

from Hell With Honors by Huxley

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I think we've found that we are all animals
just a drop of primordial soup
Another offspring of australopithecine
wondering what we're tantamount to

Am I a solipsistic mind
in an imagined skull?
Are we just a collection of cells or metaphysical souls?

There's no ghost in the machine
Can we make it exist?
Hardwire the workings of our consciousness
A binary code for a digital sol.
Existential silver philosophic gold
If they back me up as ones and oh's,
transcending self from frontal lobes,
Is it really me?

Must it be a constant stream of thoughts and dreams and memories?
Or can it stop and start again? and if that's so does that mean when
A copied you is placed by your side
Instead of second sol it's only second eyes?
And when I'm gone will they replicate who
I was if they can?

There's no ghost in the machine
But can we make it exist?
Hardwire the workings of our consciousness
A binary code for a digital sol,
Existential silver philosophic gold
If they back me up as ones and oh's,
transcending self from frontal lobes,
Is it really me?

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from Hell With Honors, released August 20, 2013

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