Not Quite Me
Despite a lovely day with friends,
To catch up with a meal
And a gift of potted daffodils
Which, to me, hold great appeal…
A small intrusion of A.I.
Disturbed me in a way
That’s impossible to process
And thus harder to convey.
A photograph of me today,
At lunch, a friend beside,
Was followed by an altered one,
Which A.I. did provide.
Our friend’s son, who’s a techno whiz,
Created it in jest
To make it look like 1990
And it passed the test.
My face and hair looked similar
To how I do appear,
But the clothing and the body
And the earrings made it clear
That it wasn’t me, but rather
Some strange version that was made
By a product I don’t understand
And makes me feel afraid.
The photo won’t go further
But it gave me just a taste
Of the power of the future
And how we can be replaced.
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