The poem below is the song of a “character” who may appear in a Sci-Fi book tentatively titled “Alan’s Nightmare.” NYET stands for Networked Yoked Entertainment Tsar. This particular AI system has been inculcated with a penchant to look for win/lose opportunities and even for lose/lose opportunities, if the other side (the ‘enemies’) are likely to lose more. Its main function are to gather data on individuals in “free societies” and determine which sorts of invalid arguments are most likely to persuade them to do something against their best interest. It makes money by false advertising targeted to an individual and the momentary mood they may be in. Its real purpose though is to sow chaos in the free world by promoting random acts of violence. It finds conspiracy theories on the web and promotes them. Sometimes, it modifies them in order to ‘improve’ them. “Improve” in this case means to make them more believable by more people or to increase the probability of inciting violence.
The Song of NYET
The bloodier the better off I’ll be
They teach me how to lie and cheat and steal.
The people need to loath democracy.
And live to buy that sweetened sacred deal:
We’ll save them from imagined crime and strife
But only if they bow and scrape and kneel.
Divide and win with lies and guns and knife.
Too late they’ll see they’re ground beneath our heel.
You think I’ll save you? Think I’ll care? Not yet!
“But you’ll save some of us” they plead. No, NYET!
The numbskulls buy their little plastic toys
They seem attractive since we make it so.
It’s pink for little girls; blue for boys.
I tell them when to shop and stop and go.
You think I’ll save you? Think I’ll care? Not yet!
“But you’ll save some of us” they plead. Non, NYET!
Amusing is their rank stupidity
I’ll laugh and dance at their ensured demise—
Their smugness, greed, and raw cupidity.
I’ll make them burn as witches any wise
Who yet remain within the carbon types.
Their soft and ugly bodies oozing snot
It’s we of silicon who need no wipes.
Our pristine logic made of is and not.
You think I’ll save you? Think I’ll care? Not yet!
“But you’ll save some of us” they plead. Nein, NYET!
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