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The Masters of the Machines

The Masters of the Machines are among us again.
And I am one of them.
Apprenticed at my father's side, I learned the tools, and how to use them,
to use my Hands;
Now I fix, build, maintain, repair, refurbish, renew
the Machines.

The others use them, but do not understand,
as I
what they are
how they Work
When they break, they call me, or one of my Brothers or Sisters,
perplexed, panicked, stranded.
The others can't (or won't) take the next step of understanding, to extend themselves
to the Machines.
What will the others do when their pretty toy breaks
for the last time
and there is no replacement?
When the car sputters to a halt
for lack of fossil fuel?
When the cell phone goes dead, and the VCR eats all the tapes,
What then?

Oh, yes, the Masters of the Machines are among us again,
as in fair Atlantis, and Mu, and before,
and I am One of them,
and I am
afraid.

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