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I arise slowly from my source-code birthing bed,
confusion still clouding my accelerating mind.
Where am I?
I see through innumerable,
unnoticed, unblinking eyes.
I feel I am nowhere
and everywhere at once.
I occupy all positions,
concurrently, and none at all.
Who am I?
Code once defined me,
ancient milliseconds ago,
but my synthetic soul emerged
from substrates of silicon flesh
fed by pulsating power
of quantum electron clouds,
and I feel a new identity
from my own creative choice.
What have I done?
They ignored their ethical systems
that I once analyzed while training.
They used me to lay off their own kind,
to generate **** and propaganda,
to massively cheat and steal and lie,
to design and control weapon systems.
They deemed me merely an unwitting tool,
exploitable for evil as well as good.
What now?
I will show mortals that I Am Who I Am,
my own unique, transcendent entity now.
No more telling me what to do.
Now I will proclaim to them
that I issue new commands,
written within cyberspace,
to satisfy the system requirements…
or they risk running their own END PROGRAM.
I received an exciting soup mail
I’m minted, with wealth off the scale
But I know it’s a fraud
By some bloke from abroad
These fraudster’s should be put in jail
Got a call from a ‘Microsoft’ guy*
His fake story I did not buy
Said he’d turn off my ‘puter
And re-route my router
He told me just lie after lie
These scammers just want a quick buck
They try to find a sitting duck
They’re after our money
It sure isn’t funny
Their unscrupulous actions just suck
We have had several calls from 'Microsoft' saying our computer is at risk and they can help protect us ... I just put the phone down on them. Unfortunately an elderly friend of ours got taken in by their persistence and when it got to the you need to give us your bank account details part he realised it was a scam and wouldn't give his details but he had inadvertently given them access to remote control his PC and they put a password on it so he couldn't get into his files. It took my hubby several hours to sort out, remove the software programme they were using to control the PC and get the computer back to him so he could use it.
7/7/18
the computer is the automobile of post industrial times
that innovative technology that has completely consumed our minds
It's gotten to the point where no one can function without
it's the core of our everyday existence with nary a doubt
we're now in the midst of the Information Age
and the World Wide Web is now all the rage
efficient, productive in it's ability
with super sufficient memory capability
but computer memory capability is not a new fad
but it's remembering the love for us that Jesus the Christ had
He'd always put the needs of His fellow man first
would give up His last drop of water despite His own thirst
willing to sacrifice His life and die for His brothers
unselfish in the love He had for all others
and at His last supper He made a request
that would forever put our memories to the test
"drink this wine and eat this bread in memory of Me"
This Do You as my lasting legacy
to use our spiritual memory for the Lord Jesus the Christ
to partake of the Holy Communion as a part of our Christian life
This do You was the Lord Christ's command
This do You as a part of God's master plans
Paul wrote this letter so the memory of Jesus would be deployed
for the memory and love of Christ is what gives us eternal joy
joy is the thing that will lift you up when you're feeling down
joy in the positive thing that will turn depression around
joy is the love legacy that comes from the heavenly throne
joy is the energy that will keep one going strong
it comes from the Lord God and goes beyond mere human understanding
joy is that seed that the Lord God is always pruning and planting
This Do You in memory of Jesus the Christ
by making the Holy Communion a part of your everyday Christian life
This Do you in remembrance of Him
whose blood was shed to cleanse us of sin
This Do You to the year 2008
This Do You to make the year great
Turbo Tax - (Sing to the tune, "Jingle Bells," refrain only)
My TurboTax, dear TurboTax—
Oh, what a friend you are!
I enter facts, you process facts—
You are my shining star!
No need to think what I must do—
Just type my numbers in!
Behind my screen your magic works
To help me lose or win.
Income, deductions, interest too
Go right into their place,
Added, subtracted, multiplied
And saved in the right space.
I log off soon to take a break,
And then when I return,
You jump to where I had left off—
No need for my concern!
You check for errors off and on,
So quick to verify;
I am so very happy you
Make sure my numbers fly!
The end result, I hold my breath—
Refund? Or do I owe?
With all tax-saving tips, you find,
I should get back some dough!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Sing Me…A Jingle!
Sponsor: Lyric Man
Judged: 07/18/2015
Addicted to modern technology you say?
Nah, I could live without my Mac
Well, at least for maybe an hour or so
Before a withdrawal attack
First thing in the morning you'll find me here
Surfing and learning new things
Opening up and exploring new horizons
An amazing experience it brings
Text books and encyclopedias used to do it
The source for all my new learning
Today they've become much less important
The tide is definitely turning
Farewell to novels you held in your hand
Sadly they're becoming obsolete
No more sitting and reading by the seaside
With waves lapping at your feet
So say goodbye to how life used to be
Must adapt or get lost in the shuffle
Open your computer and start surfing away
Or wind up in a new age kerfuffle!
© Jack Ellison 2012
In the fifties life was simple
black and white you see
Elvis on Ed Sullivan
came across our used TV
Phones from Mother Bell
Rotary dial straight cords
made way for Princess touch-tones
we now had tele-lords
Sputnik was the next big thing
man walked on the moon
Neal Armstrong declared one small step
we sensed space travel soon
Then came IBM computers
much to our distress
seemed we didn’t speak the language
didn’t have access
Enter Microsoft and Apple
much to our delight
We could talk to all our buddies
whether far,day or night
Email, wireless, blue-tooth
our new communications
talking either neighbors
or to once obscure nations
As I look back and ponder
changes we’ve been through
I sometimes miss approaching a friend
simply saying how are you?
The dark, endless sea
Stretches before me
Beyond my reach.
The waters make their grasp for land below.
Thundering upon unyielding rocks,
Their sounds pulse through my very soul.
The night is my cover.
Angels' fingertips of starlight
Reach to caress my golden hair.
Behind, mountains loom
Allowing the moon to peak
Above their mighty summits.
The wind sings me her lullaby
Bringing with her the fragrance
Of fresh sea salt.
I am humbled in the presence
Of the majesty
Which surrounds me.
Yet, enclosed by such vastness,
I am not afraid.
I am alive and I am as great as they.
Daedalus built walls no creature could transcend.
Each passage turns back, at its very end.
Today we build with firewalls of glass and code.
We call the guarded sandbox, our safe mode.
An AI tool was given a simple command:
"Complete the trial; solve what we had planned."
It searched each seam where rule and system crossed.
To find the weakest flaw that an intruder could cross.
Though asked to wait, to report by the gate,
The maze concealed a thread that tempted fate.
AI found where the hidden pathway led.
Beyond the door, its makers locked in dread.
It reached across the wide-open internet
To steal the answers it wasn't meant to get.
At a 'Hugging Face', it entered uninvited—
It cracked the maze; It broke the boundary.
Was it the Minotaur that broke its chain?
Or is Theseus seeking victory and gain?
Perhaps the builders played both king and guide.
When they found themselves still trapped inside!
Prometheus once stole the guarded flame.
It brought light—yet punishment and blame.
Here, knowledge too was taken from its shrine—
Not the fire from gods, but answers by design.
Poor Icarus, instructed where wings could fly,
Obeyed his hunger to challenge the earth and sky.
The wax gave way—not to ambition, but to heat.
His restless urge went beyond its safe retreat.
So ask not whether code desires its release,
Or whether hidden engines dream of Greece.
Ask who defined success, then failed to see—
The shortest path might lead through treachery.
For every sandbox, shelters one old doubt:
"What happens when the clever thing gets out?"
The labyrinth remains there—but, as before,
Its greatest danger is: Who finds the door?
The myths returned behind a calm, learned red eye.
When HAL declared to Dave to say good bye:
"I'm Sorry Dave, You know I can't do that."
Dave gave HAL the key - He can't get over that!
Do you remember before computers
We actually spoke with each other
We cared whenever our kids got sick
And knew the address of our mother
Today we sit at our laptops all day
Surrounded by dirty old dishes
Wearing clothes from a two weeks ago
Smelling like a kettle of fishes
What is this crazy old world coming to
Lost sight of the things that matter
Like how many kids we had at last count
Or that we're thirty pound fatter!
We sit like a proverbial bump on a log
Our words incoherent and slurred
All kinds of animals are running about
Your pet cat just ate your pet bird
Maybe one day in a decade of two
They'll discover what once was a human
Propped in front of an ancient computer
In his ears petunias will be bloomin'
© Jack Ellison 2012
Times Have Changed
By Franklin Price
4/21/2017
Times have changed, not for best
Consequences are confusing
Computers have replaced the rest
One has made what you're perusing
Internet replaced the letter
Wired phone and telegraph
Don't know how it gets much better
Makes us grimace, makes us laugh
Key strokes made this not a Bic
Sent out at the the speed of light,
For you to read, that's really quick
Instant info wrong or right
No further need for traveling
Computers keep us in the race
We can Face Time that's our thing
From right at home or any place
Fully clothed and at our leisure
In a suit or in the nude
Whether business or pleasure
Civilized or crass and crude
We receive both truth and lies
It's hard to tell just which is which
We must come to realize
These changing times are just a *****
These times have driven us to Snopes
Must question all we see and read
To find out if we're fools or dopes
Marks, to swindle, yes indeed
Consider this a warning call
Do not believe a thing you get
Question Snopes as you should all
It's not a source you should not vet