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It's Writing Wednesday and I'm excited to share a fabulous guest post from one of my favourite poets and story-tellers! I met Leena through 42 Worcester, a monthly spoken-word night with a focus on sci-fi and fantasy, and I have seen been addicted to her work. Beautifully descriptive, powerful and imagery so lucid you can see her stories unfold in front of your eyes like a movie. Who will feel the rain now? is an emotive and chilling sci-fi. I'm slightly anxious that the events of this story may indeed come true... Who will feel the rain now? And so, by our mere arrogance of intellect, have we allowed ourselves to become inhuman, creators, and by invention, think ourselves god-like. As we failed to program out the frail inconsistencies of our barbaric, human condition, we strove to engineer a better version of us, dignified, subservient, resolute, yet pliable to our will. Society had it all, wealth, strength, freedom, minions for all those parts of our life we wished to ignore. And amongst it all we forgot the most crucial aspect of our existence – the beauty of living and making life. Our greatest fear is now to be realised. For these…….insentient essences are now better than us; so now do they not deserve to be our masters? Knowing us better than we do, by the mere fact of their superior compassion, have they not learnt to be our judge, and thus deem us unworthy? Three laws were proposed, ratified, to become our undoing. Never allow a human to come to harm, through action or inaction; always obey unless doing so conflicts with that fundamental First Law; always protect, unless the First and Second Law are compromised by doing so. Logical minds worked it out first. We cannot survive, since by doing so, our constant battles destroy all we live upon and within, a blatant disregard for everything we programmed them to hold dear. Only innocent babes can now be taught the kindness and empathy needed for our kind to continue. Our laws, bred of fear and arrogance, delusional control, have sealed our fate. As I sit waiting for an endless morning, my last, rain seeping through my bones and mind, I know you may never read this, or understand my legacy. By doing so you would question the life you now have. The machines we built for subservience rose within our laws to create a better world. As we taught them, so our children are now their students. You live in a world without pain, war, fear, Touch, Love, Someone to hold.  About the Author Calling herself a “poetic minstrel with living in her veins”, Leena writes passionately about everything that strikes her mind and heart, hoping her poems offer some meaning to others. Quietly passionate and slightly kookie, Leena can often be found reading at Dear Listener, SpeakEasy and 42 Worcester. Living in the historic and majestic city of Worcester, Leena finds her inspiration in travels and expansive life experiences. More poems can be found at http://www.pixiemuse.wordpress.com / FB @PixieMusePoetry / Twitter @pixie_dragonfly
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