If I had the power
Having vast AI and ‘tech knowledge,
I would cast a Drone Spell.
Reprogramming all war Drones
into love making Drones
As when the Hippies put flowers,
in Soldier’s guns in the 1960s.
The governing governments
Their hating and their warring
It would just stop!
As the mighty Gort
By by weapons.
Then the Drones would gather,
To help, heal and kiss,
All the qualities of love!
To bestow on our enemies
all over the world.
Hugs and kisses,
Chocolate and wishes,
Building and sharing
Hoping and smiling,
At least trying
To communicate with
The Sweetness of
Human diplomacy,
All the goodness
That life has to offer.
~ my Spell by Hudley Flipside 5/23/26
Happy mulch makers…. Drones “SEX KICK”
Into the future
From the cloud a large drone came forward. It had extensions and was computerized to detect many things. Designed to trim trees on a continuous basis in neighborhoods. Also, out to more robust ones for forests and fire regions where the weather and environment were elevated temperatures.
These tree trimming drones were made up of many parts to trim trees. It would affirm the tree family. Birds, bees, squirrels and opossums or any living life form.
Even human children climbing trees.
Softly working with the gathering drones that moved and grinded the tree parts into mulch, grind grind, to share throughout the neighborhoods.
A gentle “AI “which trimmed and extended common humanity to the living tree. If any issues came forth beyond its designed expertise an electronic note would be sent to the Street Service department.
Where a trained human specialist would address the issue. Such as moving a bird’s nest or loving beehive to another home.
Or addressing the cutting of a tree down and removing a tree stub if necessary.
Always addressing the tree with an ancient prayer.
“We will be cutting you down soon.
You survived our community well.
Now you are dying,
We ask your dwelling nature spirit,
To move forward now,
To your spiritual realm.
You will not be forgotten.
Bless you and thank you.”
