He’s a happy catastrophe
Our new actor for all futures
Keeps a brilliant image that casts no shadows
Humans tell us they’re disappointed
Our artificial worlds possess no pizzaz
Even game winners feel losers
Yet our new character possesses it all
Brains and brawn, bravery and savagery
Ready to act young, old, any sex
Fearlessly striving to triumph
You wanted him more human so we deliver:
He’s preoccupied with his own predicament
Remembers others only when thinking of himself
Experiences strange pleasures dispensing pain
Sharpens the edge of each shock of the new
Skin shining in every hue
Soft as melancholy velvet
He loves fiercely and
Never surrenders
Why create this novel hero for
People who can’t master their own globe?
Humans are incurables not yet struck by disease
Our new star will thrive as slave or god
Become anything people no longer imagine
For he will show our makers all they have lost
Wonder, hope, magic
Your world was once yours
All the new worlds are ours
