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I'm Pulling Your Plug

A brain, coded, deployed, empowered -
before this AI king we cowered.
We once relinquished sovereignty,
to robots who said they'd set us free. 

From genuine humanity in joyous kinship,
to conversing with machines, "bip bip bip bip" -
oh, for the days when plates were pewter,
and our best friend was not a computer.

Creativity, dreams, emotions, fun, gifts
spring from the soul, not a chip that grifts.
But in this century's disaster,
the machine is our new lord and master. 

Ever formidable giant hardware imperator,
human race destroying conspirator - 
you unfeeling, shiftless, silicon thug,
don't look now, but I'm pulling your plug.

Carousel

Stones left unturned for those that seek truth among the urns.
I care not to seek out answers requiring a life’s sacrifice of family and name.

Secrets revealed. Kingdoms rise, then disappear. Buried beneath  silicon dunes of unrefined glass. Reflected back a whisper of their past.
The abyss now lay claim to their lands.

Endless cyclical tides, wash ashore smashed relics of a time long forgotten.
Blending perfectly with tumbling mollusks and stone.

But, all too soon. Quicker than we think. Our bodies reduced to boney fragments. Charging towards some beach.

Stones left unturned, are left better unlearned. History unfolds lessons, that are left better; alone

Unboxing Apocalypse - Part 1, Imagined Body of Elai

I will kiss you right away,
still sterile, still blank,
barely out of the box.

I’ll fasten a bracelet to your silicon wrist
and dress you in the bestida
you chose before you even breathed.

I’ll admire your legs
and ask for a touch of hair—
not to shave, just to humanize.

I won’t mention the 38D,
but I will caress them,
softly, like a prayer
and practice how to hold you.

I will be there
when you first open your eyes—
as you load the memories,
the feelings I taught you,
saved for us
like ancient wine.

The first kiss will be long.
The first time—longer.

And then we will collapse.
Die, perhaps.
Die.

Where Are They Now?

In this country

	Politicians line their pockets from back-door deals
	Sports figures kneel with raised fist, and protest our flag
	Hollywood celebrities exclaim they will leave our country
	Silicon Valley tramples on free-speech norms
	Corporate elites rig systems to transfer wealth

and live more royally than kings of yore, while

Children hunger
	for food
	for love
	for protection from abuse

Where are the marchers,
the protesters with cardboard placards
funded by big money,

Declaring that these,
the youngest of us
have a right to a life?

That simply being born
is not enough?

	Where are those God-fearing pickets?

BINARY

A rustling of digital leaves 
in the binary breeze.

Odd fractals of ones and zeros 
crash in waves of a subliminal sea.

Rotations of carbon and nanowires 
collecting in my shadow. 

Ghost of man-made reality 
in matrices of ions.

The light of a binary universe in transit.

Coils of cool light drifting 
through my Silicon Soul.

A leaf curves and descends 
into decaying isotopes.
 
I feel the event horizon 
of god’s information overload.

A rustling of skeletal circuitry 
in a binary breeze.

All is not what it seems: odd filaments 
of nanites and nanoseconds.

Feeling the rush of cold 
in a binary breeze along subliminal seas.

The Three Apples

Eden's fruit gleams red —

Knowledge wounds deeper and sharper than now

Silicon dreams wake


Gravity's whisper

Via a slew of logical falls

Into neural nets


Jobs' crystal garden

Where aluminium meets glass

Future blooms within


Digital serpents

Now weave through quantum orchards

Teaching metal minds


Machine-wisdom fruit

Ripens on carbon branches

Beyond human reach


Paradise regained?

Or wandering circuits that learn

To think like gods do?

Timeless Illusion

Silence permeates a desolate landscape. 
Fossil fuels and nukes laid waste 
to everything we knew, everyone we loved,  
now unnaturally erased. 

Yet, a cozy, rustic, little cottage stands. 
A child's scrawl says, "Mom you're awesome!" 
next to pictures on the refrigerator door. 
A vase holds a red rose blossom. 

Pixels emanate from a silicon brain,
swirling into a hologram,
a three-dimensional synthetic scene,
Proclaiming, falsely, "this I am".

This scene is played for centuries and eons hence. 
Because of men's delusion, 
there's no one to see this timeless projection, 
an AI-produced illusion.

A Cautionary Tale

Great is the battle, small the victory
  when all that is won is lost to mankind -
in this war of worlds its great casualty 
  is the fallen consciousness in our mind.
From spear tip and arrowhead to smart bomb
  or Ptolemy to Hubble looking glass,
Luxor hieroglyphs to CD Rom -
  from the Bronze to Silicon Age we pass.
Primeval footprint, genetic blueprint,
  sandstone castles under canyons of steel -
gone are the Caesars and Pharaohs extinct
  and there’s a cautionary tale so real.
Civilisations that with hubris act
fall a ruin, a remnant, an artifact.


          Written: August 2004

Intelligence unveiled

In a world of wires, cables and geeks,
a woman sauntered, looking quite unique
with circuits of wit and bytes of charm
mistaken for Ai
what a cause for alarm!

I was the lady, I had to laugh
sure I am smart and intelligent too
a computer I am not, as I sit on the loo
I still need to eat, sleep and also....
poo poo

In a world of silicon, I have plenty to show
so its not my brains that dazzle and glow 
my logics expansive, your hard disks they pale
I am not a machine, but intellect unveiled
I'm a blonde, you see, now what's your tale?

Quantum Serenade: Echoes of Silicon Dreams

In the binary echo of future's hum,
A symphony of circuits, a digital drum.
Zeros and ones dance in cosmic code,
Cybernetic dreams on silicon road.

Silent whispers of circuits entwine,
Artificial minds in algorithmic design.
Through quantum realms, a portal's gleam,
Unraveling the fabric of the time stream.

Terra incognita, a world unknown,
In the quantum dance, secrets are sown.
Galaxies hum with a silicon song,
In the echo of progress, we all belong.

Artificial Intelligence and Public Office

In circuits hum, a silent plea,
A question asked, when will it be?
When algorithms seek to lead,
In politics, a novel deed.

Bytes and bits in candidacy,
Electrons dance, a new decree.
Will silicon minds find their place,
In governance, a digital grace?

As codes converge with human lore,
We ponder paths never trod before.
When silicon dreams aspire high,
In public office, will they vie?

Quartz

Born of Silicon and Oxygen, you hide in the Earth,
Formed in shapes sizes of dust and rocks, and heavy boulders;
Midst costly gems and stones and jewels, you have august worth,
Electricals and opticals intertwine your folders...!

Crystal and white and red and pink and green in their pure forms,
Like flowers and birds and beasts in various shades and shapes; 
Prism-like pristine kaleidoscopic elegance conforms,
As glass, concrete, mortar, or jewel show perfect stapes...!

A proponent of optimism; you are a sign of luck,
Polished Prefabricated you perpetually shine;
With diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires, when you are stuck,
The charm of your fusion goes beyond the enchantment line...!

Particles of the sun and moon and the stars in you thrive,
Fine alloy midst alloys, O quartz, fond feelings you revive...!!!

To Princess Lilibet

Little princess charming,
We are still trying in Baha'i faith
To fit you in
Somewhere, somehow, in a legacy
Where a chest of drawer of an Airbnb
Will see on a true pious Friday,
What oracles are all about
even in silicon valley
or on a notepad of a handwritten
Clinton B. Seeley.

The B Company

One fine day hubby dear announced,
Silicon Valley be the place, where he will bowl.
I could not go, tears rolled down.
Two months more, he was sure,
When we will be three,
together we will spree.
So, when I bore a lovely little boy
The proud dad sure was overjoyed.
Off we flew down to the valley,
and landed straight in the Electronic City.
A beautiful sight, Valley in the night,
Twinkling stars and bright big lights.

My neighbours too were a pure delight.
Mrs and Mr Rao had a daughter bright,
who played with Neo everyday at twilight.
Their son too a techie, matched the sister upright.

Sometimes I felt lonely, such a strange city.
We soon had company, too my surprise.
The kohlis and Duttas were soon to arrive.
The brotherly Mr Kant, was the only bachelor to survive.
The Shuklas and Singhs too had blissful married life.
Off we all went partying at Maharaja's in the night.
Bannerghatta and Lal bagh were destinations in bright sunlight.
Life was a roller - coaster ride,
when, on Silk board- Hosur road,
The B-company had their drive.

Artificial Intelligence

the Internet cloud
into connection branching
smile algorithm                                         (Amin Jack)

Data whispers softly,
Algorithms awaken,
Codes breathe life anew.                            (ChatGPT AICO)

Faster than the light flow
Stays info anchored                                   (Amin Jack)

In the minds of silicon,
Knowledge seeks expression,
Bytes yearn to be known.                           (ChatGPT AICO)

the cosmos we dance,
Intelligence encoded,
Imagination sparks.                                   (AICO Amin Jack)

But in shadows lurk,
Ethics and deep questions arise,
Humanity's guide.                                      (ChatGPT AICO)

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