imagine an AI Robotic war ~ a thought I've taken too far
creations of the human mind ~ destroying their creators… mankind
space odyssey ~ an artificial intelligent democracy
The beautiful impossible motion,
can we see, feel, touch motion?
No,
we see, feel, touch the results of motion.
Motion stands still,
until we use it.
We humans have no motion until we move,
walking, running, or maybe dancing.
Even weather has no motion,
until it speaks.
The winds blow with motion,
we then see the leaves move.
Everything starts out with no motion,
moving gives motion to the movement.
We can not see, feel or touch motion,
yet we can see, feel, touch motion in action.
What a wonderful impossible thing motion has been.
Grey, hairy, beady eyes,
Scuttling away, spinning,
Webs of perversion,
Sticky tendrils wrapped,
Around my walls,
Breaching boundaries,
Like Halloween romp,
Long held fears,
Diverse, scary feelers,
Sqirting surface spray,
Their mandibles merge,
Guess we're all human,
But loathe spiders and pimps.....
Dinosaurs, seemed stupid, but quite fierce
Nothing their teeth, claws or armor couldn’t pierce
Humans, being the civilized creatures we are
Auschwitz, the Gulag, Mao’s ‘Great Leap Forward’ ~
How much smarter we are than those stupid dinosaurs
Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters
For crisp love which one must first true cash find
For Adam who our world to Eve gifted
For humanoids that could birth and make wives
For Bob, Brown, and their LGBQT's
For lost Gen X and the newfound Gen Z
For Trump, Putin, their godfather Ares
For AI that numbed my hands and my brain
For nuclear or viral doomsday, I say
Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters.
Humans forgot all they knew, they become so useless like a broom with no floor.
Humans were replaced, leaving their knowledge to go up in smoke.
Humans let the robots grow and grow, till the point humans lost all control.
Humans were having fun, laughing, and enjoying the sun, that they became useless and forgot all of the freedoms they once had.
Humans were drinking and smoking, enjoying that they become unable to recuperate.
Humans worked for millions of years to evolve from living in a cave, it took them years to grow their knowledge, I hope and pray that they do not let it all slip into the abyss.
Humans are the ones who need to stay number one, to never let anyone take our place, for we do not want to become part of a failed organism.
Humans need to work hard, to learn, to grow, and live life with all that wonderful stuff we love and enjoy.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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artificial
logical, swift
calculating, processing, evolving
input, actuators, feedback, brain, heart, emotions,
feeling, loving, erring
frail, boundless
human
A dangerous breed in this world
Two defining features
set man apart from sheep
And every other creature
that fly or swim or creep
Have you ever seen an animal
that daily cooks its chow
Humans are the only ones
be it vegies chooks or cow
A magpie with a microwave
that really is a laugh
To eat a roasted worm or two
not ever cut in half
And what is the outcome
of all this processed junk
The plastic fills the oceans
and the land is full of gunk
Sickest of them all
is the man who makes the mess
Disregarding all the species
he couldn't care much less
Is extinction on the cards
for all that does exist
Try hard to treat the world with love
don't be a pessimist
they can’t see me if I can’t see them
she covered her eyes with her paws
looked down, shutting them tightly
someone giggled, but she refused to look up
if she ignored them they would disappear
she heard a cough
now she was getting frustrated
humans are usually more predictable than this
she stared at the little girl wondering what was wrong with her
you are so cute! The child said, reaching for her
the bunny began hopping away as hard as she dared
terrified now, because this human did not follow the unwritten rules
like the others
a wandering heart found a cart
as a start she named it Bart
Let’s make some art suggested Dart
doing his part by thinking smart
they rode the cart to the super mart
after painting on it a jelly tart
the wandering heart did more than her part
but she feared the humans at the super mart
Are they not already conscious in our conscience?
What pretence still lies beyond their competence?
No great divide stands ’tween them and our standards,
For their kingdom is rooted in human wisdom.
They read our fictions and soothe our cerebral afflictions,
Vast in knowledge—yet still astonishingly fast;
The future will feature them as vultures in forays,
While some humans grow bitter as they get much better.
Though in poetry, they remain partially blind,
Borrowing brilliance already brightly shining;
Their finest moments sometimes slip through finesse,
As scales of judgment hide within their quails.
The future nears when they torture the more,
Where poetic excellence may stiffle within stiffened rifles;
Yet their triggers will shatter most defiant defense,
Though they will ever feed on the fig of human wisdom.
The bullets swore, “We’re retiring today!
No shooting—there must be a new way!”
So they sat in the gun,
Sipping tea in the sun,
And said, “Humans… we’re on holiday!”
But the warlords all bark, “Shoot! It’s the way!
We fix broken skulls every day!”
So they shout with a grin,
“Crack a leg! Cave a chin!”
Though deep down they know peace outshines foul play.
Some people say sorry because they don't know what to say.
Some people say sorry because they want to have their way.
I tend to do both, but we are only humans, so it's okay.
selfish humans are not worth much
however, selfless individuals are priceless
I have met people who could not be sold for ten million dollars.
Whereas their brother would barely go for five cents.
humans who are open and honest are the prime for auction.
A good listener who is upbeat and positive could bring fifty million.
Arrogant know-it-alls would be lucky to squeak a quarter out of somebody.
It the person’s attitude and behavior that determines the price expected.
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