Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part nine

Photo by William J Spirdione

They left that hour, leaving behind her dad.
Her note said her mother took her to town.
The camp had too much work to be too sad.
For nine hundred years, no money, kept down.

“I once read a story about a girl,”
The little man with five furrowed brows said.
As the girl spun up the trail with a whirl,
“ I hope we have an adventure ahead.”

On Vinson Massif, a cave hides a room,
Where a mainframe taxes, enforces rules.
Our long-ago leaders still rule, still loom.
They long ago died, leaving us as fools.

The map’s not just a map of space, but time.
“We must get to the Machine Brain, let’s climb!”

To be continued…