She closes the lid
and unplugs the device
no bigger than her thumb

from the computer.

My life's work, she says. But, it isn't her life's work.


You see, we store information like an Escher painting.
It shouldn't all fit in there. But, it does.

And every day we manage to fit more
and more into smaller and smaller spaces until one day
she says,

We will be able to fit all the information the world has
Everything that everyone knows and believes and dreams
into nothing.


It will all be there. Stored and filed.
Tagged with any keywords you might imagine.


Our hard drives will be thin air.


They will make nanobots look like elephants.
And elephants will be in there too.
Tagged. Accessible with search terms

like grey, ivory,
and the largest land dwelling mammal


We will process away at nothing and understand everything.
We will think of a word and the information will slip in,
Not through our ears or eyes

But straight thorough our skin. Information will breathe in and out of us,
permeate our skin.


Our knowing will be as deep as it is wide.
You see our work here is to learn so much,


To be so full of knowing,
That all there is left to do is unlearn.


Humanity must get to a point where we let go.
We leave the useless ideas and the spent ideologies in the recycle bin.
Like an adolescent brain shedding neurons.

Like a snake slithering from its old skin.

Like an old man who has come to understand so well

The point where reality meets the intangible
That he is able to decide which breath will be his last.


And, he will enjoy that breath more than any that he has taken in his entire life.
But you look so sweet alone by the bar
Let's jump right in, forget where we've been

If you wanna hold my hand, say so