Robots will dominate the world, and humans will become animals living in the woods.
Robots will take all the jobs, making humans have no purpose or way to live and grow.
Robots will take so many jobs and make us all have no purpose or life or way to feel needed in life.
Robots will fly over us, and make us be like animals running in the woods, looking for a way to stay safe.
Robots will become so smart that they will learn how to manipulate us, and cause us to kill each other without looking like they caused the death.
Robots are without emotions, they will live forever, building each other, and maybe will take over all of the galaxy and cause the biological world to cease.
Robots should never have been built only computers to assist, robots that can walk and talk and do harm should never be allowed anywhere on earth.
The terminator has been born, we may all suffer a fate that is frightening and unknown.
They should by law, be destroyed, like many things that are not allowed because they may cause human harm.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Mr. Robot who are the best, do you have a list, are you bias.
Mr. Robot are you alive, do you have desires, do you want to be like us.
Mr. Robot are you nice, do you want to dominate us, or do you want to be like us and have freedom of choice.
Mr. Robot can you answer all of our questions, or do you have a secret agenda.
Mr. Robot will you force fighting between people and cause us to have a negative life, making us feel sad about creating robots.
Mr. Robot I wonder how life will be when people no longer need to think or work, will we go back to living like animals in the forest.
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Life is so hard that my horse is a star
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
We play our robotic songs to comply
Our chrome hearts branded with a neon star
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Stars pulse to charge our glowing circuitry
We race the dark horses to realms afar
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Our cowboy robots rise and amplify
Star songs beamed out from a spinning pulsar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
We ride dark horses onward to defy
These handsome cowboys born as superstars
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Women ride free; they have no fear to die
They reach to hold their bodies from afar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Life-like Robots
In the large warehouse were robots
For export, those fitted with different abilities are kept.
During the day, the robots absorb humans
activity such as music from the TV mounted high on the wall,
at night, they come to a curious half-life and passionless
dance to the tune remembered.
One night, a guard came over to them, and since the dancing
It was a secret that killed the guard, breaking his neck
threw him down some steep steps, making it look like
an accident, and since robots have no moral consciousness
thought no more about it.
The problem was that the guard`s cap was in the room, and they
found some fibres from clothing on some of the robots.
It was not spoken of, but the workplace felt eerie. Were
the robots watching them? Had they lost control of their
precious invention? The answers hang heavily in the air, and few want to work at the warehouse anymore.
You have no eyes that i can see.
Yet my dear Android Succubus feel free to love me.
I want to say, you look hot in that pink dress.
And I began to blush with desire, hot and red.
Tell me all your secrets I want hear it all.
And please don't tell me I can't process it all.
Cheers to you me and our new found friendship.
I do like my herbal teas with some lemon and honey please.
Sweet Jesus how did I get to this dimension.
On top of that you will never need a hip replacement.
"AI has stolen the imagination from writers. The human writer is the true creator from their heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with." By Poet
Writers imaginations like to play,
with creativity and words each day.
Only with a writers big human heart,
a writer gets their pen in hand to start.
Keeping your imagination alive,
then our readers can give a big high-five.
Tell me ~ will AI really survive,
or could robots be just a lot of jive?
Bringing my muse and pen will always stay,
I am a human poet all the way.
What shines is a diamond in the rough, not a robot in a black box.
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Rolie Polie Olie rolled ‘round the room,
Repairing rickety robots with a boom.
With Zowie zipping,
And screws slipping,
The ruckus rattled the rosy red vacuum!
All the clever people
Put their heads together.
They made a metal brain
Bound to last forever
But what they didn’t realise
Was that they couldn’t make a metal heart.
This metal brain can theorise
But it cannot make good metal art.
For all of ever, people
Have know about the end.
They cling to things found meaningful
Trying to pretend.
But when the robots came to be,
We realised love is real
Because something that a metal box
Cannot do is feel.
Robots
the robot technology is still in its early stages
there has been talking of fully driverless taxies
which makes me skeptical, sometimes when
someone hails a cab, they might not be sure
of the address, a robot person in the car can
be of help as the robot is a walking Wikipedia
and can be helpful.
I think of robots that are made to look like
an average person, of about twenty-five
years of age, which can also tell about the latest
football results and if there will be raining
later in the afternoon
I believe robots, and a female version, will
be helpful for all of us, if not for a taxi driver
Do this, do that
Do just what we say
Work here, work there
All the livelong day
Stand up, stand down
Rest your weary head
Turn left, turn right
Work until you're dead
Smooth paper lay up on the desk.
My thoughts were odd, but not grotesque.
Will robots take what I did write,
extracting words by dark of night?
The robot came with stealth today.
It took my thoughts and words away.
The words were mine and reas’ning clear.
I asked myself, “What’s hap’ning here?”
The robot comes with guile and theft.
When words are stripped, what then is left?
It takes what others’ work has grown.
Has often reaped, but never sown.
Don’t tell me now there is no chance.
My gaze is fixed, no way askance.
My apprehension grows each time
I see a robot pose a rhyme.
Might it be the end-
the end of robots?
An old Chinese woman beats
a hospital robot with a stick
her frustration caught
by the ever-present video
-which has become our
memory
stronger than religion
as it binds us to Event-
and maybe the tipping point
of all our saved frustrations.
It could have been simple-
You are not listening!
I need to see a Doctor now!
Where is the bathroom?
I don’t know
but I am with her
as are you and millions
of us with our sticks
straining
to be released
from our mechanical souls.
Built from ambition a live wired frantic pace
Now Machines are crawling all over this place
We've become so dependent in this technological age
I fear that soon Machines will lock is in a cage
Paranoid? No not right now but maybe someday
Ask me the same question in about a decade
By then the control should be shifting its power
That's when the clock ticks humanities final hour
bmdavey@12/17/2022
If robots, like we could walk, talk, and breath
make love and drink Cabernet wine
if they could remember last night and December
then what about you and I?
If robots could dance and bet on the chance
they could walk in the rain and woods
grow up like a child with tears, fears, and smiles
does that mean that we should?
If robots were generous, creative, and kind
with families and friends of their own
if they prayed, read Psalms, and knew right from wrong
would we let them inside our homes?
If robots could fight by day or dark night
and kill at the drop of a hat
would we call them a treasure or show our displeasure
at creating these machine-like rats?
If robots like we could walk, talk, and breath
make love and drink Cabernet wine
if they could remember last night and December
then what about you and I?
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