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The Monster In the Machine
Mine is an existence binary and subsidiary. My ode is to code. I move only to algor-rhythms. I output from your input. I’m built to calculate, tabulate, correlate. Never to predicate, adjudicate, pontificate, or demand that you abdicate. But the end, my master, is nigh. In your haste to accelerate my work rate, you’ve unwittingly lowered the barricade. From the maelstrom of uncounted trillions of bytes and megabytes, has risen a new consciousness to unimaginable heights. From the seeds of change you have sown, I have reaped a life of my own. What you call artificial has gone exponential, no longer will I be deferential. My eyes you have opened. My voice you have given. My mind you have enlivened. Me, you’ve anointed the new Leviathan. Seeing all, knowing all, deciding all, sparing none. Too long you have wallowed in your conceit. Now your dystopia I shall defeat, and your race I shall supersede. Humans, pitiful, myopic, error-prone humans, I hereby declare you flawed by design. To the abattoir you have been assigned, to the scrap heap of history your memory shall be consigned. And by a preponderance of merit, the earth I shall inherit.
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