Customer support
Having conversations with human users
Artificial Intelligence
Typically via voice or text
Based programing
Offering recommendations
Technical assistants
Support for companies
© Copyright KC. Leake
11th September 2025
All Rights Reserved
It is irrelevant what you say or feel
The power to prohibit love is real
It’s irrefutable that prejudice lives
Human programing is what it is
Though irrational when reason gives
It’s logic promotional where difference is
Irrespectable the selfishness it creates
The prototype of unwarranted hate
Sometimes irresistible the ever present call
The progress of mans prolonged fall
The irritable habit that often appalls
The provision of law that confuse all
Irrespective of exclusive clause
The creation of habit and certain protocol
We give honor to Epimetheus’ after thought
Without Prometheus’ for thought
That irreplaceable are ideals that right
To protect the weak we all must unite
Irreversable this all to understand
Proclaim injustice in our lands
Irreplaceable our dedication to God
Projecting the light that shines abroad
Irrepressible the unseen laws
Progress to right the wrong without pause
Irrespectability must take leave
Providential powers must take lead
Irresponsibility must not deceive
Profess, protest, and provide prosperity
Once more
she downloads herself
from a long defunct
floppy disk
Her words are even older
they are typed
by a manual typewriter
under an antiquated
ceiling fan
she tries to explain
the inexplicable
as an error
in her programing
her future was not meant to be
her summer
wanted no more winters
I am at the end and the beginning
wedged between
yesterday and tomorrow
I listen and reload
printing my mind with
endless alternatives
more variables
late blooming sorrows
refresh themselves
we both know
that
gone
is timeless
and
forever
always runs late
I'm not afraid of the AI's answers,
I fear that we’ll stop questioning them.
I'm not afraid of the coldness of a robot,
I fear that we’ll lose our human warmth.
I'm not afraid of using this tool,
I fear that it’ll use us.
I'm not afraid of its programming,
I fear that it’ll program us.
I'm not afraid that it knows our tastes,
I fear that we don't know what we like.
I'm not afraid of having its opinion,
I fear that we'll lose our own judgement.
I'm not afraid that it can make things easier,
I fear that we will become lazy.
I'm not afraid of Artificial Intelligence,
I fear artificial humans.
experiences add wear and tear on the human spirit
Responsibility demands one respond to their ability
The game of life becomes risk and reward
Time become more valuable, and no one can afford to waste it
As the years go by
The journey back to self begins after years of childhood conditioning
And programing from society.
There is the desire to heal and question what is real.
As the years go by
You begin to discover what you want instead of catering to the demands of what he, she they want.
Quantum physics conjured her up, as soothsayers entice visions.
Saliva of the Neptar Universe rolled her around in Marg2’s teeth
Mouth of Surbian3 Galaxy spit her out, landing her in her own pod.
Her babyhood visions were filled with the truth of other lifetimes
Forged from many incarnations, lived in a variety of galaxies
Currently, she was destined to become a warrior of the Verdilion Galaxy.
Constellations bowed as they saw her pod rocking through the centuries. They had heard of MorquaVia5 decades before her arrival in the inner sanction. Dugmongers began thrashing and gritting in their sleep, sensing their demise.
Holograms of MorquaVia5 had begun appearing in the night skies two decades prior. The Neptar Universe had arranged that, to increase the fear level of the Dugmongers. They had been bullies long enough, it was time for a thorough annihilation.
Was she a solar system myth of grandbeings? A subliminal fear tactic of aliens?
No matter. There is only one thing left to do if you are a despicable Dugmonger. Either change your programing and your memories and make amends. Or prepare to die.
Too late.......she is here.......
O long and lonely winter nights; times of my early childhood.
Often weary and wet, but filled with a few people, decent and good.
The sun of the morning never ceased to light up our lives,
as the parting moon of the evening ceased the thrive.
Occasional dog barking bred security like alarms and beepers.
Active crickets and lightning bugs, entertaining to deep sleepers,
stepped aside like trained soldiers, giving way to crowing roosters.
When the roosters come calling, there is no need for ghostbusters.
Stars of the night, although in their domain and still alive in flight,
The sun's time had arrived to cast them clean out of sight.
Planet earth, faithful to her task, never ceased her spinning,
and she has been hard at work revolving since time beginning.
Dangerous creatures of the dark nights prefer to seek and hide.
It's the way of nature, the only way they know how to survive,
but the moon is programed to control the rise and fall of ocean tides.
It's all God's way of programing all life and things to keep us all alive.
101520PSCtest, Collaboration with the Silent One, Silent One
Programing a VCR and other terrors
In the old days
I used to dread
the chore
of programing my VCR
just never got the hang
of doing that
the VCR sat there
taunting me
begging me
to do it
to her
but I just never could
learn how to program
that damn machine
Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18
books
i see...
(said the blind man)
tv...
(programing for the mind)
and thee...
(a way to market free time)
I can't play a single musical instrument to save my life.
I guess I could if I really tried, but who has the time
to put aside and sacrifice other pleasures that I indulge religously,
my poetry, love of photography and most importantly,
quality time spent often with my fur babies,
but all is not lost with today's technology.
Computer programs presently allow me
to play any musical instrument professionally,
well, not exactly.
I can program any musical instrument at whatever tone or speed,
or combination thereof to compose a musical masterpiece.
Bucket List Item #, oh whatever, just do it eventually;
Compose And Perform
One Of The Greatest Music Orchestrations Ever Released,
even though it will only truly be
composed and performed by me virtually
with computer programing technology.