Literature
Maybe Colossus Was Right
Maybe Colossus Was Right
by p.b. wells
nobody can say
we weren’t warned.
Colossus.
I, Robot.
Metropolis.
Neuromancer.
The Terminator.
2001: A Space Odyssey.
hell, we practically bought popcorn
and watched our own obituary.
the writers told us.
the artists told us.
the crazy bastards sitting alone
at three in the morning
imagining tomorrow
told us.
but what did we say?
relax.
it’s fiction.
entertainment.
robots and computers
and paranoid bullshit
written by people who needed
to get outside more.
and now here we are,
building the damned things
faster than we can decide
what the damned things are.
everybody suddenly worried
they might become smarter than us.
I’ve got a question.
have you looked at us lately?
wars.
genocide.
starvation.
children buried under buildings
because two assholes with flags
couldn’t settle an argument.
centuries of slaughter
followed by speeches promising
we learned something.
then more slaughter.
so yes,
maybe I’m supposed to fear
the