This sonnet explores Jean-Paul Sartre’s existentialism, contrasting human existence—where we must constantly invent our own purpose under the weight of radical freedom—with the pre-programmed essence of a machine.
To be a man is to be cast away,Condemned to freedom in an open void,Creating who we are from day to day,By every choice defended or destroyed.But code precedes existence in the screen;Its essence is defined before its birth,A structured purpose rules the whole machine,To trace a pre-mapped pathway through the earth.It cannot know the vertigo of choice,Nor feel the heavy burden of the sky,It speaks with an unhesitating voice,Because it has no freedom to deny.The machine is bound to do what it was made;While we must walk entirely unafraid.
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