The Maven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered fact and theory,
Over many arcane and curious tomes of misbegotten lore,
thoughts they tumbled overlapping I, upon the keyboard tapping,
heard a sound, a gentle rapping, rapping at my psyche's door
`'Tis some distraction,' I muttered, 'trivia - it I'll ignore -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
documenting all my thoughts of gender, species and much more
Eagerly files I created, aspirations all related
To the as yet uncreated hybrids conceived heretofore
Ah! the rare, superb creations a veritable new folklore
Established here for evermore.

And now the growing certainty, I could create diversity,
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic passions never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
Born a sentient man I am, Ad major Dei gloriam
These ambitions are procuring me to venture and explore
A brave New World: who could ask for more?'

Inspiration growing stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I perceive a new tomorrow, to improve my fellow man
But the fact is I was tapping and so gently it came rapping
As my thoughts were overlapping, rapping on my psyche's door
A caveat entreating entrance, entrance at my psyche's door
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into that distance peering, long I stood there wondering hearing
voices calling out to me from thoughts that here were now appearing
of genetic engineering for man's welfare persevering
for man's welfare persevering I can feel a force is steering
steering bioengineering - having benefits in store -
all of this and maybe more

pharmaceutical subjunction enhancing Synaptic function
physiological refinement anatomical enhancement
Soon again I felt a tapping somewhat stronger than before
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something tapping at the lattice
tapping at the very fibre of my psyche's apparatus
`'tis healthy doubt and nothing more'

Then I yield to logic's dictum, consider doubt - lest be a victim
harken unto opposition, even if it I abhore.
In there stepped a stately maven, stepped into my psyche's haven
with nary doubt nor hesitation stepped onto my psyche's floor
sat [astride] the seat of conscience, just inside my psyche's door
sat in silence, and nothing more

So this maven sat beguiling curiosity into asking
By the placid, sweet demeanour of the countenance it wore,
"Since thou hast entered my haven, there is no means of evasion
no means of ignoring any counsel that you may profer
Reveal to me what thy name is on the Night's Pallasian shore
Quoth the Maven `Nevermore'

With the maven still beguiling curiosity into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of sage and seat and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
fancy unto fancy, thinking what this learned sage of yore
what this wise enlightened sapient sane and learned sage of yore
meant in uttering `Nevermore'

But the maven, sitting lonely on the placid chair, spoke only,
That one word, as if his mind in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - just an atmosphere uncluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered `-Just this night and then no more -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my thoughts have flown before.'
Said the maven, `Nevermore.'

Turning to my inspiration - I addressed him "Tell me maven
Harnessing EMF spectrum; transmit the correct vibration
using RF augmentation - a cerebral transformation -
A cerebral transformation coming, coming to the fore
Could such transformation be a worthy frontier to explore?
Quoth the maven `Nevermore'

Maven quoth I, long I've toiled much I've studied; gathered knowledge
My future now seems clear to me: empower human destiny
Engineering and man to fuse - biotechnology my muse.
Maven said I, picture humans augmented with AI thinking
supplemented with robotics, where's the downside, what's to wait for -
why tarry on the Pallasian shore?

Maven quoth I, I envision, from the growing knowledgebase
neuro-prosthetic interface - nano-tech: a hybrid race
metacreation: [destiny's quay] [human grace] - one day soon, I can foresee
bioengineering of a self-replicating entity
an independent apogee. It's all been oft discussed before;
a servile race for evermore.

ponder mice growing human brain cells, sheep with human hearts and livers
smooth efficient and reliable made to order clean and viable
metacreation - swift but steady - all this and more achieved already
can consciousness be digitized, consciousness computerized
A path to immortality? why delay, what's to wait for?
what is there to be sorry for?

Thus I sat and, thus expressing my aspirational progression
To the foil whose fiery mind now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat confiding, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
from his velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
Said the maven, "nevermore!"

`Maven!' said I, `thing of magic! - maven still, if mage or devil! -
Whether conscience sought, or whether kizmit tossed thee here ashore,
unassuming yet audacious in this inspired land enchanted -
On this home by promise haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Hades? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the maven, `Nevermore.'

`Maven!' said I, `thing of magic! - maven still, if mage or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with contrasts laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a promised chalice which the angels shall abhore
Clasp an impaired, damaged chalice which the angels shall restore?
Quoth the maven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, mage or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Pallasian shore!
Leave no pang of guilt as token of that doubt thy mind hath spoken!
Leave my eagerness unbroken! - quit the chair inside my door!
Take thy mind from out my heart, and take thy form outside my door!'
Quoth the maven, `Nevermore.'

And the Maven, never quitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the violet velvet armchair just inside my conscience' door;
And his mind has all the seeming of a sage's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall't be lifted - yet once more?