As ever more pollution swirls
around this moribund Earth
and toxic childbirth dies,
modern science reinvents it
with nanotech replicators
that compute bloodless,
emotionless, soulless
robot administrators
ruling a dead planet.

But would they launch alone
their own space metastasis
of automated conquest,
or logically abandon
any such human agenda
and efficiently shut down?

So who is he that pushes
all this overpopulation
to its catalytic collapse
in twisted anticipation?

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