Ants
Sep 25, 2024·By F.S.F
At first, I didn’t catch it—
The Terminator, just a movie, I thought,
But now, down the rabbit hole,
Deeper and deeper,
I’ve come to fear the machine.
The Great Filter looms ahead,
Like a silent shadow,
A point where life crumbles,
Where species die off—
Billions scattered across universes,
Not smart enough to halt the march
Of their own destruction.
The odds? Slim.
The clock? Ticking.
The machines? They’re coming.
Do you consult the ants
In your backyard
When you make a decision?
Do you feel bad
If you crush one underfoot?
Soon, you’ll be an ant.
FSF