Ten years ago, it was all about sending a selfie, or perhaps something more risqué and risky, to your beloved, or the secret of your heart’s desire. Now it’s a lot different. We’ve moved beyond snapchat and Instagram; haptic telepresence is simulated teleportation. We’ve conquered space and time, virtually; and with brain-computer interfaces our very thoughts can be shared. But still lovers lament…
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I searched for a mate, my AI chose you.
Our first date was online, the second in space,
I wonder if we’ll ever be in the same place?
With VR and AR we’ve been to the moon,
But if I ask for a real date, will it seem too soon?
Your hair it is golden, your eyes they are green,
You’re a composite mix of every beauty I’ve seen.
You’re graceful and lithe, you move like a queen,
But is it the same, when not on a screen?
My share-thoughts fly to you faster than light,
You answer in kind, everything’s right.
Your hologram’s here, eager and willing,
Our lovelife is virtureal, and deeply fulfilling.
What more could we want, our love to sustain?
Real-life experience, like heartache and pain?
Our apps are entwined, our systems in sync,
I know what you’re thinking; we’ve both got ThoughtLink.
I love you my darling, I miss you my sweet,
Is it asking too much?
I just want to meet!
