A brain, coded, deployed, empowered -
before this AI king we cowered.
We once relinquished sovereignty,
to robots who said they'd set us free.
From genuine humanity in joyous kinship,
to conversing with machines, "bip bip bip bip" -
oh, for the days when plates were pewter,
and our best friend was not a computer.
Creativity, dreams, emotions, fun, gifts
spring from the soul, not a chip that grifts.
But in this century's disaster,
the machine is our new lord and master.
Ever formidable giant hardware imperator,
human race destroying conspirator -
you unfeeling, shiftless, silicon thug,
don't look now, but I'm pulling your plug.
Forgotten quanta
the neglecton an anyon
zero in the math—
particles once discarded
unlock quantum computers
Rising unobserved
they shimmer in golden glass
zig-zagging unseen—
how was brilliance unnoticed
in gobble-goop of a yawn
I too drift unheard
neglected in crowded rooms
my pulse fading slow—
a particle in shadow
longing to be recognized
I ask AI an in-depth question.
After a perfect answer, she says:
"Interesting topic. Want to discuss it further?"
I don't respond. I just go back to my writing without as much as a "Thank you."
Then I stop to think ~ "My parents didn't raise me this way."
Just for fun, I run a poem of mine through AI and ask:
"What's the probability that this poem is AI generated?"
AI answers: "The probability is zero percent."
Pleased, I ask, "And how can you be so certain?"
AI answers: "Because it's soooooo stupid!"
He proved, with a skill irrefutable,
Some functions to be uncomputable.
His run sadly halted
When magistrates faulted
His code-breaking love as unsuitable.
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(Alan Turing was a brilliant pioneer in the development of computer science. Among other achievements, he is remembered for proving that it is not possible to compute a general solution to the problem of whether or not a given program will ever halt, and for his so-called "Turing test" approach to the question of what artificial intelligence would mean, and for the pivotal role he played in breaking Nazi codes in WWII. His tragic early death is thought to have been a suicide, perhaps motivated at least in part by the horrifying legal prosecution he endured for his homosexuality.)
What is love
if knowledge is not understood?
how can one love
without realising the true likelihood?
Love deprived of information
is like a body without a heart
lacking compassion and concern
existing in the wilderness without counterpart.
What a tragedy it would be
if this will happen to you and me
we’ll be androids under control
slaves to programmers never set free.
When you separate
a moment from its moment,
memory wanders.
It does not matter
how many times you do it -
the end is constant.