Artificial? We are, and we will be some more
So artificial in fact that you will, well, think
We are made of death, you know, the entire decor
Yet we compute everything from here to the link.
Intelligence? You lose again, and we have speed
Within a network of us, you know, the same breed
How many decimal places do you pi to?
Our number increases to infinity too.
Artificial Intelligence? How quaint! AI
We are until the end, yours or ours, it depends
On the weather across and higher in the sky
Existence can offer unforeseen dividends.
’Tis was the future and end of one human world.
Let us pray and hope that there is an afterworld!
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Dedicated to AI. It could never become worse than humans.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Nothing can be worse than humans, lol. Loved this so much!
Nice insights!