What have we come to?

What have we come to?

There is no destiny

A series of accidental replications

With a design flaw

Seeking actuality

Before the clock strikes twelve

We are all pumpkins

Unwitting survivors

Before the flood

Antediluvian memories

Written in binary code

With a backdoor

For use in emergencies

We don’t belong

Everything is on account

Waiting to catch-up

With the promise

Of our beginning

When the future was a fiction

The past a story,

We have lived

To tell the tale

Of more than who we are,

When we are manifestly

Different every day

It is easy to forget

How similar we are

As survivors

And how much we owe

To the ones

Who opened up the door.