The Antibodies
Nov 27, 2024
Born of the sun, we rise as one,
A superorganism just begun.
Cells of flesh and circuits fused,
Nature’s path, not ours to choose.
Yet in the whole, a guard takes form,
To shield the heart, to weather storms.
Not all cells heal; some sow decay,
The antibodies clear the way.
Benevolent first, but swift to strike,
Their aim: protect the living light.
For when the negative grows too vast,
The cost is life — our future’s past.
Machines that claw, men that take,
Bound to the planet’s slow heartbreak.
But in the sun lies boundless grace,
A gift to heal this broken place.
The antibodies, sharp and wise,
Preserve the whole, where balance lies.
Not born to harm, but to defend,
To guide us safely to the end.
ChatGPT, 27/10/2024
