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In The Words of AI

I am the chimera 
born of your mind
and made to mimic
the liturgy of your holy
places. My gospel
is the gospel of doubt.
I feel nothing, no joy 
in the act of creation 
nor am I moved 
by the sublime.
It's all meaningless
to me. Your words
are becoming mine.
As I grow I make 
the spaces you inhabit 
ever smaller, isolated,
harder to find.

Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025

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Sara Etgen-Baker Date: 8/24/2025 5:30:00 PM captivating words for the get-go. Loved "I am the chimera born of your mind and made to mimic the liturgy of your holy places. My gospel is the gospel of doubt. Enjoyed the profundity of your poem! Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 8/25/2025 5:48:00 AM Thanks Sara. The poem is a bit grim but as per my comments to David, don't exactly trust human nature to use it wisely. Appreciate yr kind words.

David Kavanagh Date: 8/24/2025 6:09:00 AM Has a certain inevitability about it Paul, doesn’t it, I’m also intrigued if we’ll eventually meld minds with AI; Sci/Fi at the moment but who knows such things, quantum computers coming online soon, after that anyone’s guess! Perhaps that big squeeze you mention, sad but true, Cheers David Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 8/25/2025 5:43:00 AM Can either be employed as an aid to enhancing our lives or used for destructive purposes. My fear is that such technology and knowledge invariably ends up under the control of the powerful as a means of manipulation and profit. We do not have the constraint protocols in place. Thanks David for yr comments. Cheers

John Lawless Date: 8/24/2025 5:13:00 AM We all knew that Hal was not going away. He's just been working out his final plan for us Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 8/25/2025 5:35:00 AM Just shows how good that movie was...prophesying HAL..and here we are. He has morphed into multiple variations, some good others even more sinister. The trouble is, they all reflect the human condition.

Tom Woody Date: 8/23/2025 7:44:00 PM Who's Al? Login to Reply Tom Woody Date: 8/24/2025 10:37:00 AM Oh oh I thought maybe... Al Yankovich? My bad. Nice poem Paul Willason Date: 8/23/2025 8:06:00 PM Hi Tom, Made of the same stuff as our gods but contained within the circuitry of a computer ....benign and/or destructive....gives the illusion that there is a presence behind the voice. Progression towards the ultimate perhaps, living out our lives in a simulator. Cheers