Cyborg Generation - At One With Our Machines

 

 

When I was about four years old,  there was a place in the woods behind our house that I thought was enchanted.   It was a sandy little clearing in the trees studded with beautiful outcroppings of limestone.  The rough, gray, stones were covered with furry green moss and lichen. 

 

In retrospect, the most curious feature about that little landscape was the abundance of giant elephant ears growing there.   

 


How I loved that little clearing!   i used to go up there and sit by myself, perched on one of the protruding boulders, watching the trees, my face turned toward the sun, and listening to the sounds of the woods:  the whisper of soft breeze, bird song and the chatter of squirrels.  


 

That little clearing was not very far from the house but it felt like a different world, screened by the tall trees at the edge of the woods.  I enjoyed being alone there and  thought of it as my special, private place (though I was sure that I shared it with a tribe of unseen fairies.)

 

  

 

When I was eight, we moved to another house.  Our new house was also near a  woods. Those dense woods were the playground of all the children that lived on my street:  Becky, Joanie, Billy, and me.   We built forts, concocted 'soup' out of creek water and weeds, made mud pies, swung on grape vines and came down with lots of horrible cases of poison ivy. 


 

Back then, the woods seemed like our natural habitat.  We played there, rain or shine and only reluctantly went in the house.

 

 Nowadays, I hardly ever see children playing outside and the natural world no longer seems to be their preferred habitat.

 

 

 

It was not the preferred habitat of my two sons. They and their friends were mad for all things electronic:  game systems, videos, computers, and hand held devices.

 

 

 Lately, I can't help but notice that everywhere I go, people are sitting or walking in public, oblivious to their surroundings, lost in the screen world of their smart phones,  fixated on texting, facebooking,  googling, tweeting, and gaming.   Too frequently I am treated to the scintillating conversation of strangers:  

 

 

                             ("Where you at?  I'm at Walmart.  What are you doing?")


I'm beginning to wonder if we human beings have evolved into a race of cyborgs. 


What is a cyborg?  Here's the dictionary definition:    ' a human being whose body has been taken over in whole or in part by electromechanical devices.



And truthfully, I wonder if I am not turning into a cyborg myself.  After all, here I sit, typing on my lap top computer, my ipad next to me,  writing a blog intended for publication on the internet, whilst I intermittently check my e-mail and facebook page.   

 

 

But I DON'T have a smart phone yet and I hope I never get one!  I'm sticking with the dumb phones.


 




CYBORG GENERATION

 


Hyper connected cyborgs

Populate our race

Now humans and machines

Are  symbiotic mates

 

 

Pets with names like Apple

Nestle in our palms

Lavished with attention

We're at their beck and call

 


Like Pavlov's drooling dogs

 

 

Buzz and twitter, hum and ding

We jump to answer every ring

Lest we miss a single tweet

We're mesmerized by drivel

 


Blue skies and trees are not required

Fresh air and sun are not desired

The cyborg realm is all we need

Connected, vivid, sterile, clean


 

 

 Now I'm going to go take a walk in the woods.  And guess what!  Today is my birthday.  

 

I hope you have a terrific weekend.  Be well and good luck.   

Martha Maria

 

1 comment

  • barbara
    barbara
    Martha, why isn't this a song? I can hear you singing the tune in my head as I read it.

    Martha, why isn't this a song? I can hear you singing the tune in my head as I read it.

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