The Decline of Organic Intelligence
A Suspicious Sonnet
By D. J. ReddallPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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How frequently does it occur to you
When you pose questions to other humans
And they pause before expressing a view
That this brief hesitation illumines
Not rumination or reflection deep
But the retrieval of information?
Could it be that technological creep
Has reached a sinister consummation?
Thinking used to involve various things:
Reasoning, imagining, creating;
More and more—and this revelation stings
It seems only to be remembering
Are our minds imitating our machines?
If so, I shudder to think what that means
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
Oooo, we're like soft robots hehehehehe! Loved your poem!
I can relate to this wholeheartedly. We must continue to think for ourselves! We are fed so much. Ah, well.
People are going digital; machines are getting into the analog of fuzzy logic. We're swapping mindsets.