This image to me represents a dystopian future where the possibilities are endless but man is detached from reality and alone.

I’m meeting an acquaintance in

the Metaverse at a virtual café

he’s trying to get me to buy.

The possibilities are endless, he says,

and then launches into a spiel about

the money I could make hosting parties

and concerts, inviting musicians,

displaying digital art. I look at myself

in a mirror opposite us in this Victorian

coffee shop with its beige tiled walls,

quaint, brown tables and homely chairs

and my avatar stares back —

wearing a long, leather, red trench coat

with sweeping white hair. He looks like

a vampire right out of a cheesy,

dark romance novel, and I wonder why

I’m here, away from the lightning and

the sharp turns of fortune that infuse

life with vigour and vibrancy,

the reds, blues, greens and yellows

transforming quotidian fever

into something luminous like

the second Eden, the nervous

tension of face-to-face interactions,

the storms of fate that uproot free-will,

pivoting dreams and desires on heels

of uncertainty while the ballroom

catches fire. The server arrives and

hands us the menu. Pretty soon,

we’ll be able to copyright food

and store it in blockchains,

my host continues. I order Mulligatawny

soup and Stewed Eels and wait

for something I have to shovel

into my mouth, but can’t taste

while my host talks about the new

upload feature that removes a person

from his physical body and permanently

places him in the Metaverse. What about

nature, its beauty and cataclysms,

the sense of being part of the whole?

Flashes of light from the chaotic heavens

and water sweeping over macadam,

the grass susurrating underfoot

while the wind soughs in the valley?

I ask my host, and he replies,

The Metaverse is the whole.

It’s the eternal now,

purged of disease and death.

I could give you everything you

asked for and more, even gods

brawling while the thunder echoes.

There is no identity here, the

Post-human is no longer a mortal. We dance

to the rhythm of our minds, being anyone

or anything, anywhere, anytime. The

possibilities are endless.

Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash

For dVerse

For earthweal

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August 10, 2022 4:46 am

Very creative and absorbing story! <3

August 10, 2022 4:58 am

How interesting, it is that, we don’t have to be in the same location and still have the, conversation with one another, all thanks to social networking, and the internet now

a.h. starlingsson
August 10, 2022 5:12 am

Really such a unique style, that pulls and pulls! Wondefful story, wonderful description, just in a meeting! Is amazing!

August 10, 2022 7:28 am

[…] is a sister poem to the one I wrote for dVerse. You’ll find that one here. I set both in dystopian […]

Sherry Marr
Sherry Marr
August 10, 2022 7:32 am

Wow, this is SO creative and imaginative – I enjoyed the walk through cyberspace, a bit afraid of being removed from the physical body into the metaverse (but maybe that is just death? LOL.) This is unique, arresting, memorable and intriguing. Excellently done.

Tanmay Philip
August 10, 2022 10:44 am

Copy righting food? That’s a scary thought, even if it is virtual. A wonderfully written dystopia, Nitin.

Tanmay Philip
August 10, 2022 2:00 pm
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

They were testing out an idea to print food. If they figure it out they might just copyright recipes.

August 10, 2022 11:24 am

transhuman pieces always fascinate me. loved this.

Reena Saxena
August 10, 2022 12:05 pm

Brilliant portrayal of a possible future…

August 10, 2022 2:13 pm

Only homo sapiens builds nests in la la land.

Jane Dougherty
Jane Dougherty
August 10, 2022 2:40 pm

Meanwhile, back in the realverse, the flames, the floods, the droughts, the misery, the poverty and abuse are still here. But in the metaverse, who cares?

August 10, 2022 5:44 pm

As someone once said, just because you can, it doesn’t mean you should.
If 9nly that energy were put towards solving the actual problems we have created in the actual world…(k)

August 10, 2022 7:02 pm

What a dystopian scenario you created, Nitin! Very creative and an excellent write.

August 12, 2022 12:15 am
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

I hope so too. I am not enamoured by the breakneck speed at which technology is moving.
You are welcome.

August 10, 2022 7:59 pm

I enjoyed your narrative poem very much. Well done. We can make connections with people all over the world through the Internet and places such as dVerse–which is wonderful. This metaverse world, however, is frightening!

August 11, 2022 5:28 pm
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

You’re very welcome, and I agree!

August 11, 2022 1:11 am

Interesting what can transpire in another realm of thought. It has a dream like quality that hinges on reality. Your creative energy was flowing.

phillip woodruff
August 11, 2022 10:06 pm

very well done. i’m like you, a poet, a professional people watcher, and this is what i see: people are less and less interesting to watch. why? because all they do is stare at their phones, they look like zombies. nobody is in the “real” moment, nobody is where they “really” are. i see them pining for the singularity, all they want to do is be in their phone. everybody seems more like an algorithm than like real people, all the patterns the same. sad, to me anyway. very well written

August 12, 2022 4:16 pm

Thank you for an insightful piece that discusses questions I have wondered about. Do / will people in the metaverse choose virtual over reality? Can virtual ever possibly be real enough? Great work!

August 13, 2022 1:29 pm

I am sure the situation you describe here is not too far off…well-written and thought-provoking!

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