As we speed through the third decade of the 21st Century we seem to be continuing to accelerate. We have machines that do our shopping and every and any other task we no longer have the desire (or ability) to accomplish and I wouldn't be surprised if by the next dawn's early light we had machines to chew and swallow for us and then after that it's a small step to living and dying for us.
We could, I might argue (but won't) eventually disappear from existence through famine, flood, pestilence, or war (or all of the above simultaneously), not ala Sara Teasdale, but rather Ray Bradbury, and our impervious machines will stand as testaments, sentinels, and souvenirs of who we were and what we did.
Not that there will be anyone to miss or mourn us.
-bill kenny
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