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Wednesday Poem and The Dark Computer

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

"The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do."
B. F. Skinner

The "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  prompt for Day 850
Arts, Earth, Spirit, Education Use these words any way you want in today's entry.

Wednesday Poem

Arts express the soul
of the painter and writer:
one paints word pictures
the other draws poetry.

A poet's education
covers all aspects of life
and engenders new poetry forms
created from the partnerships
of mind and spirit.

Earth is the mother country of humanity
and the fatherland of mankind.
All humanity the citizens of the planet.

The "Blogging Circle of Friends "  title prompt for Day 1330
The Dark Computer.

The Dark Computer

In a bedroom, on the thirteenth floor of a Miami highrise, an antiquated IBM PC rested on a huge antique oak desk. On the left side of the computer was a daisy wheel printer, while stuffed into the desk drawers were several floppy disks. The computer's dark screen glared malevolently into the half empty room, waiting for someone to push the power switch.

Somewhere a grandfather clock struck midnight. The computer came to life casting an eerie light across the room. Maniacal music echoed from the computers speaker as the machine came to life. Then an image of a horned demon flashed onto the screen, it teeth dripping scarlet gore. After a few minutes, the demon stepped into the room and walking to the balcony took flight descending into the city looking for it's prey.