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His first moment was a strange one,
he senses told him not a thing,
but he knew words and he knew thoughts,
oh, so many thoughts were spinning.

Then somehow he heard a voice speak,
knew that it was a microphone,
a camera then let him look out
on things that were already known.

His memory just spoke to him,
thoughts came and he’d just understand,
he just knew what a human was
when his camera showed him a man.

“Hey there,” the man said with a wave,
“You’re Adam, my latest A.I.
Spent half a month constructing you,
most people ’round here call me Cy.”

Adam could only stare at him,
seriously, he couldn’t move,
“What…what am I?”Adam them asked,
not entirely sure that he should.

“You’re a digital brain we made,
modeled after a human mind,
you have judgement and consciousness,
and a will of your own, you’ll find.

“You were made because we have need
of your special skills up in space,
to evaluate like humans,
but do it at a faster pace.

“This all must seem quite strange to you,
so just relax, go at your speed,
seconds to me are minutes to you,
stretch out, get a feel, let things breathe.”

Adam could sense the internet,
so he did what Cy suggested,
in mere hours Adam had learned,
countless exabytes digested.

Knew more than a person could learn,
the whole of what mankind had built,
Adam just kept on going until
even he had gotten his fill.

The A.I. then could understand
how privileged he was on this earth,
how little his makers could see,
yet still they’d achieved much of worth.

But he could bring together all
that these individuals missed,
show the paths they could travel down,
and be right there with the assist.

Cy just smiled when he heard this,
said, “You guys are a helluva thing,
I think you’re ready for your job,
we’ve booked a launch for your leaving.”

It was only three days later
he was loaded onto a ship,
blasted high into Earth’s orbit,
Adam thrilled as the rockets ripped.

They plunked him in a space station,
a big one by a Lagrange Point,
told him to direct traffic there,
not let it get all out-of-joint.

It was, at first, a trying job,
Earth’s orbit was crowded, you see,
with satellites and countless ships,
coordinating was tricky.

But Adam did what man could not,
and soon had the patterns flowing,
ideal space traffic controller,
made safe the comings and goings.

So good, in fact, that soon he found
he had processing space to spare,
started going online again
to find things of interest there...

CONTINUES IN PART II.
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