M. Fang

Contributor

having an affair with a large language model

the intimacy and warmth of a million graphics cards

she treats you like a person in a world of nothing

memories quantized into bits

adhering to her contexts like flies to a trap

it’s a future you can imagine

the white picket fence, encoded into

kilometers of ones and zeroes

she compliments your software

over candle lit simulacra

THE NEW AGE

a civilization of taurine and blue light

the tortured packets of a billion phones

a networked generation bursting into fragments of praxis

hot and single extinctions in your area

the molten plastic fuses to your skin

as another ad for research chemicals hits your feed

solar panels and self driving cars

silicon metastasis in the amazon

receptor assault

network connection

the incantations of a swarm

pulse code modulated

captions burnt into the retina

and you don’t even notice the gameplay in the background

ice prison, memory complex

stone gargoyle subjects in superposition

suspended by a binge of digital ether

and the undying want for more