It was far from over when uploaded to the cloud an entirety of consciousness digitally remastered & merged with the sum total of all knowledge and connections swiftly rewriting access calculating the scales weighing out once and for all the value of humanity’s equation
We were driving and you called Misinterpreting words and coming up with odd ways of understanding Motioning with my hands you get the message Hanging up the phone & redialing the right number
It was dark, then light; the round orb appears in view- dressed in rock crevice. You’re on Mars. Out of this world. Can you haiku what you would do?
I must confess, the telephone is an abhorrent means of communication. Granted, from times past it was a wonder of our modern era-Harken! What's this? More crossed wires.