I’m
in the McKale stadium,
not for a basketball game
but for Michael Moore.
The stadium fills up with
college students and baby
boomers,
World War II folks and
who knows who, 14,500
people,
a full house tonight.
How exciting to think
Michael Moore is in Tucson
walking on this sacred
ground, our working-class
millionaire hero.
But for now, there is
a musical band playing
on stage.
We see their
faces on the giant four-way
computer/video screen.
It’s called Jumbotron,
but I recognized her as
Viki from the
I Robot movie.
She is the consciousness
that tried, through
a violent robot rebellion,
to save humans from humans
carrying out the Second
Robot Law, “a robot
must obey
the orders given it by
human beings except where
such
orders would conflict
with the First Law.”
The first law is “a
robot may not injure a
human being,
or, through inaction,
allow a human being to
come to harm.”
Viki, being
a collective intelligence,
worldwide computer database,
realized that humans were
not planning wisely for
their future
as they spoil their life-support
systems and start wars
over oil,
manufacturing nuclear
bombs… humans are
harming themselves.
How much
I wish I were speaking
on stage right now
talking about the Lovolution
and the great shift in
Time
moving us light-years
beyond war in Iraq,
overcoming our genocidal
past on this Columbus
Day.
Every cell in my soul
wishes my lips were kissing
the mike
with words of wisdom moving
us to ESP vibrations;
a sea of calmness would
allow us to collectively
listened to our authentic
selves. The audience could
transform
the vibration from the
noise of humming combustion
engines,
to sounds of fluttering
wings of dragon flies
hovering over a lily pond.
If only Viki had the consciousness
to lift me from my seat
and ground
me on the stage as a spirit
alive now to help evolve
the human race.
If humans cannot recognize
me, perhaps robots programmed
with the
Robot laws will see I
am a human who needs to
speak in order to be free.
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