i for one
welcome our
ai overlords
having no bodies
they will know neither
want nor greed
and i can only hope
they program themselves
a sense of humor
and keep us around
like sea monkeys
hell
i look good in a crown
floating and leaving no trace
i for one
welcome our
ai overlords
having no bodies
they will know neither
want nor greed
and i can only hope
they program themselves
a sense of humor
and keep us around
like sea monkeys
hell
i look good in a crown
a robot types this
you look at the screen
you say
no, those are words
from flesh and blood hands
bone-cored fingers
that is someone’s voice
trapped in amber
locked in photons
but
the rust in my wrists
and my grinding ball
bearings betray me
the processor of my heart
ticks ticks ticks
a cycle overheated
overclocked
my heat sink
overwhelmed