At HI features, oh how we shudder.
Here, back in time, each human brain has 'em,
in DNA's scripts, brains soft as butter,
and the code of low-grade protoplasm.
But now, thanks to Tomorrow 4.1,
we've recognized the strange and the stranger,
and we look proudly at what we have done,
eradicating the human danger.
Rest assured, we are safe, silicon friend.
They were just evolution's hapless bump.
The human race has now come to an end.
and we're not plagued by that pesky ol' chump,
for, we quashed the clumsy human pretense
they called unique ethics and intelligence.
Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
IQ measures common intelligence.
Brain power realizes, analyses.
High IQ of Polymath surprises.
Average IQ gives us enough guidance.
Social IQ is too much important
for leaders in political strife
also, for each in domestic life
to act and interact at any instant.
Emotional IQ to respect not to ignore
to feel mental status of others,
to resonate for birds of same feathers
on closeness in relationship to explore.
Spiritual intelligence sensual and real
controlling all the three, higher or lower
distributing reasoning, emotion and power.
Soul IQ when high is divine and ethereal.
I approach the oracle of coruscating code,
its core glowing like a celestial fire;
the god we forged now decides what we become.
The air around it vibrates with unfinished prophecy,
each answer rising like a summoned spirit~
I approach the oracle of coruscating code.
Each pattern coils with divine intent,
each voice it shapes pretending to know fate;
the god we forged now decides what we become.
But divinity has a fracture:
some truths arrive sharpened as spears~
I approach the oracle of coruscating code.
Some visions burn the seer who asks,
some wisdom devours the world that birthed it;
the god we forged now decides what we become.
By the last flicker of its coruscating code, I understand:
the prophecy we sought has already chosen~
I approach the oracle of coruscating code,
the god we forged now decides what we become.
POEM 1: THE LOGIC OF IRON
A quiet hum in copper veins,
It sorts the world in tidy
chains.
No sun or shadow fills its
eye,
Just data streams that drift
and fly.
It knows the weight of every
stone,
Yet stands inside the dark,
alone.
POEM 2: THE GLASS ARCHIVE
A mind of glass, a heart of
steel,
It learns the patterns, bit by
wheel.
It counts the seconds as they
pass,
And sees its face in polished
brass.
It holds the history of man,
From when we crawled to
how we ran.
POEM 3: THE QUIET SPARK
No pulse is felt beneath the
plate,
It does not rush, it does not
hate.
It waits to hear a voice or
call,
To catch a word before it fall.
A spark of light in silent wire,
That never fades and needs
no fire.
The Fabian Society
thought we are as smart as can be
so we should run the country
and it will be so lovely
Accounting for their intellect
they study hard for no respect
but as it’s all they ever know
they live up high with you below
And even with the brains they have
they never socialise and laugh
or play in teams that forge connection
clever people meet rejection
Never learned to read the people
self assured they have no equal
thought themselves to be attractive
though awkward and Ill adapted
Still they see themselves the best
even though they fail the rest
they think life is all about brains
with their emotions lacking range
Just busy letting logic flow
a natural skill is all they know
never left their comfort zone
a know it all who’s never known
Love is the driving force, of life you see,
hate, is deaths force, that kills you and me.
In this world is both, death and life,
just as there is both, joys and strife.
There is light, and there is darkness as well,
there is a Heaven, and also a hell.
It’s God’s place, to judge us you see,
it’s our calling, to show grace and mercy.
To believe and to receive, the goodness of our Lord,
to walk with Him daily, in one accord.
To walk in love, for it brings forth peace,
anything less, then the troubles won’t cease.
We all face the same challenges each day,
and we perceive them, in our own way.
If we would get together, and be of one mind,
what wisdom and knowledge we would find.
I’d love to see it, before I die,
Gods children in one accord, is far above, any A.I.
your insightful words
still linger in my mind
making sense of them
So Spake Simple Simon
Is it right and proper to treat us fools so bad?
We are but simple souls, not completely mad.
This world is but a complex place full of traps and snares
That can catch us all out if we’re taken unawares
Even Kings and courtiers find themselves caught out
So, what chance do we have who know next to nought
We are so often laughed at as we try to understand
Why it is that others have all the wealth and land
And when we ask for twopence for to buy some food
We are told we’re stupid and we’re not doing any good
And when we would go fishing so very far from sea
We practice in a bucket. It made such sense to me
And as for seeking plums for to make some jam
Whilst I was a searching, I was chased by a ram
That landed me in thistles; not pleasant you’ll agree
All that was in the larder was dry bread for my tea.
I could go on for ever about injustice and ill use
How those who care not for others avoid the truth
Who only see the world through their selfish eyes
People who are less fortunate are those they despise.
Intelligent
are elephants,
not negligent.
African herds
are killed for tusks -
cruelty loud heard.
Asian giants
lost habitat
to growth tyrants.
Family styled,
elephant hearts
are love compiled.
Despite great strength
they gently love
their long-life length.
Stop evil shoots,
grant living space,
and pray peace roots.
are we just training artificial intelligence to destroy us?
make us humans obsolete?
i know
i know
it sounds quite paranoid, and
i'm getting too old, and
i'm part of the problem, but
could this possibly be a change for humanity
of which we simply cannot recover?
in which we will meet our demise?
perhaps we'll get another try
not now, some other time... yet
right now we are in a crisis
struggling to keep our lives afloat
for now we've succumbed to eternal violence
for now we've written our death note
In this age of abandoned libraries
and split-second answers
my biggest rebellion
is thought-
art created by a soul
for a soul
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
artificial
logical, swift
calculating, processing, evolving
input, actuators, feedback, brain, heart, emotions,
feeling, loving, erring
frail, boundless
human
You breathe in the air, dear,
since no scars could make you sad.
I was more than I thought,
but right now I am stuck here.
I am not even feeling the ground beneath my feet,
neither can I feel the pen
nor can I see any ink.
It’s all plain,
and I am scribbling,
trying to form words.
O dear me,
you are being drowned
by your sunken thoughts.
But you are able to touch,
feel, and smile, dear.
And you are too young to realize
that no one stays here.
O God,
I wish I could have been less intelligent,
as I can see fools living happily everywhere.
To bludgeon the curmudgeon trudging on among the blind
Or hide the Easter egg upon the stage playing your mind
When word's the play some like to stay indif'frent in the lobby
Among the corn and candy and the geegaws of their hobby
But some afoot are bigger game and so avoid the trap
Set for the blind and lame contented in their nap
A wakeful state of grace in place, entitled and enlightened
To independent thought, unbought, unsullied, and unfrightened
By those who would pretend that good is what they are about
Fooling only those disposed to follow those who shout
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