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How dare you? How dare you take away your future including ours for a temporary satisfaction? How dare you let us ruin ourselves without taking action against it? How dare you ruin only thing we have left?
 
How dare you?
 
Technology
The mass extinction of life.
 
Technology is not an advancement to humanity, it is the death of us. Most people don’t even realize they’re in a trap because the trap is comfortable.
 
Now as the technology advanced we became more overstimulated because of overconsumption which made our dopamine levels fall. I believe technology should be restricted and controlled. We as humans want to achieve so much like traveling to mars, explore the space and get AI to work instead of us. The mass downfall of human race and extreme laziness is becoming a concerning thing that we won’t acknowledge or do anything about it since technology is the "future" but is it? It will only ruin our capability and planet. As technology advances our bodies become weaker. Which ruins our future. We could survive the ice age because our bodies could adapt, we weren't lazy. Now as technology ruins our planet we will ruin our ecosystem and everything including ourselves. If technology continues to advance without restrictions rapidly, it will be the end of us. Planet as usually won’t find a way to protect us like it could in the past because the technological advances are rapid and extreme.
Technology is not evolution, its self-destruction disguised as progress.
Tech has made us overstimulated and dopamine deprived. Our bodies are collapsing and we act like its progress.
·      Decline in physical resilience
·      Collapse of mental strength
·      Skyrocketing dopamine crashes
·      Global distraction while the Earth burns
 
Technology is the downfall of humanity and the whole ecosystem including the extreme fall and rapid death of humans and other animals. If a WW3 breaks out, our extreme advanced technology will wipe out the whole Earth. Government is not calculated and strategic as we think. We will die. They rely on emotions more than they do on logic. Because if they didn't rely on emotions but relied on logic they would drill oils for money a.k.a. temporary pleasure. They would chose a stable future for them and future generations. Instead they exchange the whole future for a temporary satisfaction. But at what cost?
Tech isn’t just evolving, it’s accelerating beyond human control.
 
People won’t take action since we want instant changes and such damage to us and Earth is impossible to achieve until decades of action to save the humanity. We need to rewire the human brain, restrict so much, and do so much work and it will take extremely long time to reverse such damage. OR either they will think "nah it'll take too long what’s the point?"
 
Mars, AI, space travel, great dreams. But at what cost?
We dream big, yet can’t handle small things like:
 
·      saving the oceans,
·      dealing with plastic,
·      preserving natural species,
·      making people mentally healthy.
 
It's ironic: we want to build a future while burning the foundation we’re standing on.
 
In the past, Earth had time to recover. Ice ages were slow. Natural changes were gradual. But tech is fast. We’re accelerating the destruction, and Earth doesn’t have the time to counterbalance this anymore.
 
Climate change, mass extinction, pollution; the speed of tech outpaces nature’s healing.
 
So What Can Be Done?
Restrict overuse of AI and tech that steals attention and labour. Rebuild strong local communities rooted in purpose and discipline. Educate people early about dopamine, mental health, and overconsumption. Promote physical and mental resilience over comfort. Reclaim sovereignty from algorithms and automation.
 
We have built weapons and AI systems so powerful that war no longer means battlefield strategy, it means global extinction in minutes.
Governments are stockpiling nuclear, biological, cyber, and AI-driven weapons… And yet, they act emotionally, impulsively, and politically, not strategically.
 
Nature is screaming, but no one is listening.
 
Even though this chapter criticizes Technology and AI that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t use it. It indeed has a lot of benefits to humanity, but only if it’s used wisely and rightfully. The danger lies not in the tool itself, but in how we choose to wield it.
Technology is like a blade. It can be used to cut down disease, ignorance, and distance, or to cut down forests, truth, and human connection.
Artificial Intelligence can help us detect cancer early, but it can also write fake news and manipulate elections.
It can translate languages yet erase cultures.
It can help someone learn, or make someone stop thinking altogether.
What was supposed to help us evolve now keeps us weak.
What was designed to give us time now steals it.
People scroll instead of speak. They stare at blue light instead of sunlight.
Technology didn’t just change our behaviour, it rewired our brains.
We were promised freedom, but got dependency.
AI is developing faster than laws.
Children are exposed to things their brains can’t understand.
Deep fakes destroy trust in reality.
It’s all up to us now.
No one is coming to save us, we need to save ourselves. Stop with the false hope. Take the action now and watch the world change. One spark and it can start a fire.
 
Remove a person’s phone and they panic.
Remove electricity and society collapses.
Remove the internet and the world falls into silence.
This isn’t advancement; this is vulnerability.
 
Humans were never supposed to live like this.
 
We don’t need to stop using AI, we need to start using our brains again.
We don’t need to destroy technology, but we need to stop letting it destroy us.
If we don’t build discipline, laws, and moral awareness now,
Will there even be a future left to save?
I want to be your favorite book-  
have you thumb through my pages    
make me dog-eared and worn  
fold down my corners at the parts
where you smiled or thrummed love  
and feel your fingers along my spine  

couch curled in the yellow glow of
forty-watt warmth and a heavy blanket  
open me-  
the familiar feel of your eyes  
running over my lines  
until you know me by heart  
  
an old friend that never changes  
a lover that never leaves  
your escape  
your comfort  
for as long as my pages have ink
MuseumofMax May 30
I wear a paper crown and a blanket as a robe

I bare my big front teeth with a grin

My voice echoes when I roar

My feet stomp carelessly, shaking the floor


I am not a king, possibly a prince?

I am wild and unruly and untamed

I am loud and rude and mean

Yet my fur is soft and my heart is clean


I am Max - or Maxine

King - or prince

of the Wild Things
Simon Bridges May 26
I repeat a mantra in a language
I cannot read
Listening  
                  From right to left
Writing each sound
              Repeating syllables
Until each link
As all in nature effects
                                 Another
Forty two letters
Seven sentences
           Each with six words 
Encoded
Born from the book
                           Of Genisis
Known as the 42-letter Name of God, the Ana beKo'ach is a unique formula built of 42 letters written in seven sentences of six words each. Each of the seven sentences correspond to the seven days of the week, seven specific angels, and to a particular heavenly body. The letters that make up Ana beKo'ach are encoded within the first 42 letters of the book of Genesis. Written originally in Aramaic.
Mrs Timetable May 20
I want to write
A little poetry book
Fitting in my pocket
To carry with me
With five little poems
One for each finger of your hand
Your hand that led me here
My muse
My blues
My cues
My heart tattoos
My infuse
So I will call it YOUs
I'm gonna do it. Watch me.
I S A A C May 19
bind me like my name sake
i can feel myself chase not replace
i cannot believe the hues of this
i cannot believe i bruised like this
purple and black, green and blue
i am studying the ways of my wounds
i bleed for a reason, my mind isn’t treason
i am able to move
bind me like my name sake
property to the prophecy
i am the sacrifice, surrender properly
bind me like my name sake
genesis, it has been written
genesis, allow the beginning
Alyssa May 14
Hello everyone,

I've published my first book of poetry called "In Between" on Amazon - it showcases new motherhood, love and self-growth. Please feel free to take a look or share with anyone you think may enjoy it!

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Trinkets Apr 18
Used to walk through life
Nose stuck in a book,
only saw the world
in periphery of pages.

An artist of escape,
a dreamer in your youth.
Fleeing reality through stories
in all ages.

Looking up, growing up, into
something of your own.
Writing new worlds,
stuck exploring, dreams grown.
Like you did, now see
beauty in periphery.

An escape artist turned explorer.
Damian Murphy Apr 17
Never a better day shall there be!
My book has been published.... finally!
By Choice Publishing just so you know,
It's called "Out of My Head" by...Damo.

A "Somewhat Haphazard Collection
of Original Rhyming Verse".... on
Life, Motivation, Relationships,
Mental Health, Mindfulness and friendships.

There are Rhyming Verses, sonnets too,
Limericks, Acrostics, Senryu, Haiku....
My thoughts, ideas and reflections  
For each readers consideration.

I'm so happy my book is out there,
Hopefully you can find it somewhere
And should you choose my book to buy
I sincerely hope that you enjoy!

My thanks to all at Hello Poetry
For all the support you have given me.
It is very much appreciated....
Y'all helped to create "Out of My Head"
Mivel Mar 28
I am no good with words
staring at the ceiling
Finding the right words to
Describe the poem
that i've imagined
one hundred times
in my mind
Coffee in the yellow mug
that is later unfilled,
filled again
to fuel my nerves
Polaroid from the past
Scattered by the train
like a leaves
Too fast, i cannot grasp
Crossed out letters
Crumpled papers
Under my bed
Pendulum tirelessly
spinning
I am a newborn
A baby
Clueless in the world
A tabula rasa
A baby
Clueless in the world
But you,
you are filled with associations
Attached with threads
in any objects
that I laid my eyes on
The tip of your needle
follows me
wherever I go
Pinned me scornfully
on the shallowness
of my bed
Untill I bleed sentences of
how your eyes disappear
when you laugh
or touch your earlobe
when there's a storm
brewing in your mind
The pen is getting smaller
cold coffee
my back aches
paper after paper
The poem in my mind
that i've imagined
one hundred times
In the library,
museum in Manila,
in the grass field where
you pluck the string
of your guitar
while I sat there
and drew
every
form
of your being
One hundred times
in my mind
Remain hidden In
the shadow
Veiled from your gaze
Because I walk on the book
While you thrive on the ground
Would you read me?
I am no good with words
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