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LOVE BIRDS - DRok & The Artificial Intelligences

This story is about some hikers who came across a downed UFO and humanity. The beauty of the heart that survives time and twist. 🙍🏻👉🏻💥👈👽 -DRok --)——————-///////——————-(— Lyrics: This is a story too extreme to believe, A story of danger, A story of art, A story of human nature, A story of heart… …. There were three men n’ a woman, Hikers n’ friends who casually explore. In the wilderness they saw smoke rising, Thick black plumes they couldn’t ignore. Venturing forth the fire was burning, Rubbing their eyes - one just laughed. For in front of them in pieces, Was a burning alien space-craft. …and there the two were, Motionless in a bed of violets. Small little beings, The beaten and bloody pilots. As the group slowly approached, The two creatures embraced. You could see panic in their faces, Chests heaving while their hearts raced. They wore skin tight woven suits, Lipless mouths panting air. Recessed blackened eyes, With absolutely no hair. One man stepped forward, With sympathy in his chest. Guided by paternal nature, Put his humanity put to the test. With an outstretched hand, The creature’s head leans to the side. The man kneels and touches it, And their minds instantly collide. In that moment a flash, A thousand page novel stare. In the glow of the sunset, He now knew why they were there. … Men listen to me, Honour your wives. Women listen to me, As the future arrives. We made a mistake. The mistake of androgyny. In a cloned body I’m trapped, Our attempted genetic homogeny. Emotion made dead, Chromosomes manipulated. Through CRISPR technology, Our animal bodies sedated. Like a vehicle of flesh, My body I drive. No instincts to distract me, A clear objective to survive. So we thought that was the truth, We were taking control of our species. Freedom from the love that binds, To recognizing the uselessness of faeces. Our bodies became tools, But sometimes were cloned defective. Our people built safeguards, Specially designed to be final and corrective. Without the need for family, Without the need to say goodbye. We thought we tamed mortality, But it all was a lie. We are all human creatures. I die next to my wife. We are not machines, But the nature of life. …. See we are you, But from a distant time. When the world is depleted, Where identity is a crime. Humanity forced underground, Not able to farm. Masters of existence, Seemed immune to harm. Yet our order became disorder, To our flesh’s natural ways. No science could save us, From how false order always decays. Space and time had gotten mastered, But for what purpose or reason? When nothing is distinct anymore, Or enjoyed in it’s proper season? Myself and my lover, Our genetics were defective. In both of our hearts, Emotions became effective. Our fates were then sealed, We escaped to your time. We were “Condemned to deletion”, “genetically unreliable” our crime. The newfound beauty of emotions, Left feeling like our bodies are haunted. And knowing your air will kill us, This is what we wanted. To see a real sunset, To experience life’s powers. Here myself and my lover now die, Laying together in this bed of flowers. …. The man stumbled back, With a tears in his eyes. Looked at his friends, Looked at the skies. He told them they should leave, Let these hearts die in peace. In the glow of the sunset, Together in death’s release. With a look of confusion, The others calmly agreed. Putting down their phones, Cutting off their live feed. He explains as they left, What he saw in that flash. When he touched the creature’s hand, At the site of the crash. Those were humans from another time, Who became farmed like blood cells. Humanity stuck in materialism, One of life’s moral hells. They thought they were Gods, Yet how human was their soul. To appease their own survival, Their insecurity needed control. In the echos of his mind, Underneath the buzzing little birds. His heart softly repeated, That strange creatures’s final words: “We are all human creatures. I die next to my wife. We are not machines, But the nature of life.” #beats #ufoキャッチャー #story