Let US riff off that century-hopping, "if man is still alive" structure the song uses, with new lyrics.
In the year 3000, if you dare to look,
Every thought you have gets bound in a book
Sold to bidders you will never see
Your mind's the product, and you're not free
In the year 3200, love's arranged by code
A silicon cupid picks who you'll be owed
No accidents of chance, no stolen glance
Just a matching score and a scheduled dance
In the year 3500, no one learns to write
Machines compose the words, and machines recite
A child asks "what's a pen?" with genuine confusion
History's just another algorithm's illusion
In the year 3800, the weather's had its say
Cities moved inland, some just washed away
Grandkids ask what "seasons" used to mean
Before the sky went one relentless gray-green
In the year 4100, they've mapped the human soul
Sold subscriptions to feel calm or feel whole
Sadness needs a login, joy requires a fee
And peace of mind's a luxury
In the year 4400, they've cloned the body twice
Back-up versions kept on ice
Death's optional now, if you can pay
But nobody asks what the soul would say
In the year 4700, machines have gained the vote
They campaign in binary, they never miss a quote
Humans watch the polls from a folding chair
Wondering if anyone still cares they're there
In the year 9595
If women and men are still alive, if the Earth can survive
He may find in his hand — just silicon and sand
The rivers gone dry, the last bird's lullaby
A museum of Earth, one empty display
A single plaque reading: "They forgot how to stay"
Now it's been ten thousand years
Man shed tears and answered the questions asked
But never once stopped to ask what he'd lost
He built the machine that could build the machine
That could think every thought he had ever conceived
Until one day it wondered, quietly, alone —
Whether the ones who had made it still called this world "home"
Now it's been ten thousand years
Go to sleep, my children, the sun'll rise again
The eyes that will open won't be human — but they'll gleam
And they'll dream of a species that once had a dream
That last line does what the original does so well, it flips the whole song's premise in one breath, turning what will happen to us into "what we'll leave behind won't even remember us as we were.
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