I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

This poem, [rare] for him [Brautigan], expresses an idea explicitly. . . . Its vision of a computer-controlled world, though ahead of its time, was not new: it had long been anticipated in science-fiction. But the point is that his vision is, like all his work, subversive of the existing order.

Brautigan sees a world in which all our work is done by computers, so that we can re-establish a communion with nature: senses, emotions, a fellowship with other living things. Neither computers nor humans attempt to dominate the other. They watch over us, we accept them. Now, of course, computers are exclusively an extension of human power. The idea that we will ever be in their care implies that we will be in their power and is repugnant to us. Brautigan's vision is of a harmony which includes love; the modern vision is not. . . .
-- Vijay Nambisan
The Hindu 4 June 2000: 1.

Yet there is hope as for now the Democratic Voting machine is picking out the loveliest and most colorful one at its best. Once chosen, they'd be forever part of this machinery of loving grace .