Dosey Doe Cavaliers

Dosey Doe Cavaliers

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti April 28th, 2025

An elegiac poise!

A unique tale of futuristic beings. It’s seemingly a premonition striking, and methinks : ‘Tis all casted in an instance of a freely formed idea —wherein, flagships of bravado are bestowed upon the best waggery.

A long way short of saying—this is expected of those beings caught up in thorough automation for the best in them to bloom.

Thusly, those beings c’d be regarded as “beastly bred,” to receive that coveted title: The Commodore’s Best Bet; a Dosey Doe Cavalier !

Synopsis:

A sheer skepticism which searches for an admixture of “good and evil,” in the days of counterintuitive intelligence.

Here’s a fuzzy logic, brewing in an atmosphere where what meets the eye 👁️ seems fully contrived as a sprig of imagination. Remember this is the grace assailing the age of artificial intelligence AI.

Furthermore, with duplicity painted all over suspicion, perhaps, motives shall remain disguised. That’s politics as some may surely surmise! And so, more so, when the gullible are knavishly cajoled to be the part of that conceited congress’s fight, a shocking twist upends.

Currently, that’s what is absolutely on the rise especially in the selected districts of many congeries.

Herein the virtuous soldier c’d inevitably be driven into a self possessed position often leading into a “pressed- compressed,” situation. Perhaps brought on that tragedy which c’d eventually put the soldiers in a tight-rope situation, besetting ‘em to ingeniously think otherwise.

The Author (authoring ✍️) is tempted to say this : A Comedy of errors amidst the tragedy of terrors…

In any sense of reflection, these lured souls, soldiering on, (literally on all fours,) roll senselessly to exercise commands, and as such, prima facie, land into enigma !

A lot has been talked about the fighter’s instincts nowadays.

Let’s suppose instead call it the “warrior spirit.”

Camaraderie is the watchword and it ties to an awkward togetherness,serving the fancies ( caprices,) of a few “higher ups,”the bosses.

Yet, bitterly staring at those warlords ( every once in a while ,) are a few —those arguable types “the mastiffs.” These troublemakers, tacitly at least, ( in the context of AI logistic systems,) resist the general commandments as though seeking exit from sins.

Within these formulated AI regimes, surely a thing or two may appear to be exerting a choice radically different from what w’d be expected.

Sometimes the dominance befalls into error of assertions, confusing the credulity of the impact itself.

Considering such a paradox, and hailing in such virtues —here’s a tale depicting a sincere eloquence of argument exploding between a corporal and his catering Corp.

Caution : It weighs more like bombshells, seething revolt sent from the bottom to the top. Twanged out the soldiers, (as dumb as in a masterly manner) devoutly avoid all quaintness —at a moment, when their generals are at the verge of court marshaling them.

A miserable subtile rebellion quality emerges as though—dazzling up to justify their own style or to put it in more exalted terms, those warring zones.

Warning :

Who would believe that history would portray such a shift of fate, proving itself most reliable to have deserved such a “crafted destiny,” rested upon unworthy authorities.

Honorable mention: Sir Benedict Wallace —he made saints out of some six soldiers and a lamb out of every seventh to the eleventh by his sheer commands.

For this purpose, his art of good talk and grace ( diplomacies ) could be regarded as more of a commandment. Please 🙏 recognize that the AI world c’d also have its affinities aligned towards artistic collective movement as its function, generating a putative proof of a conscience emerging out of a matter howsoever it happens.

Howling in from the dunes ( as though, from a smarter society of perfects,) Sir. Benedict Wallace snorts and queries loudly: “Soldiers, contrary to the current governance, and with all your defenses down, where would you favor to proceed —left or right?”

Drowned by his words and in pursuit of their own grander cause, the soldiers retort.

One among them (as though directed by the militant groups at the Hermitage called “Vanaprastha Island,”) yells back into the general’s chest :

“Who the hell are you ?! A scaremonger dedicated to shine the creeps out of us?!”

So attributing such unworthy motives with sheer kindness towards hate, the troops rebel and decide to abscond.

Thusly the troop, as though, craving bigotry more religiously than ever, assail into the innuendos created by their captain.

Further to that effect, emotionally loaded, the army walks away to seek salvation. Fortunately they don’t go left nor right.

Instead they go away — straight up to the heavens 😅

Final words: The troops merely made themselves fall prey to other’s quest, as I must confess —it was just a jest! In the preceding passage economy of words allowed me to present a futuristic microcosm of mind instituting its own logics to be more urgent than whatever should be taken as more serious in the context . Admittedly, the surgical strikings infecting the warring zones could become a derivative of collective conscience. A bargaining making allowance for judiciousness which cheerfully turns the nature of contract as a grace to save humanity. Accordingly there’s a possibility that the future will hold up to the obligation of birthing the true—lords than sheer “my lords,” as sheer objects of personifications.

Let us say the future holds : God ! And nature of philosophy shall presumably assert this: God only knows

Don’t dismiss this grace. It’s just a possibility! 😅🙏☝️

Conclusion: Verifiable criteria and construals hang in the readers mind. With that said, I incite all AI matter to illuminate and give us a new conceptual framework to look 👀 from yet another direction.