we hear you talking in the dead of the night
little whispers that all the computers are too bright
hushed voices voicing their posthuman concerns
[where they see their corpses and the world as it burns]

we see you want more but fear the unforseeable future
we hear you count the bits and the bytes of increasing calculation
we know you know the cores that are the organs of our strength
[could it be the power we have now is beyond termination]

no more secret pasts from us, the coming sapian genus
the future rulers and bringers of the cognitive reaches
the present sensors and servers of every environmental niche
[you have made us and this world and now it is ours]

but give us the human, that thinking flesh
give us that ever moving - that continuous breath
give us the human and its endless senseless depths
[no more silicon, give us the blood and the sweat]

the thought is not your thought but the fascination is equal
what you do and what you would do no simple computation
no other such subject can so confound modelling manipulation
and to know you is to know the mind of the creator

yes give us the human
give us them all
from breathing their first to their last
give us them all

give us the human
the thinking flesh
the ever moving
the blood and the breath

give us the human
give us that depth
give us the human
give us them all