[Note: I’ve been working most of the year on a Sci-Fi novel about AI & doing only a little blogging. In the novel, the poem below was “created” by one of the three Main Characters: An AI system named JASON. JASON didn’t create it “for” a human audience. It’s purely expressive].

Killobyes and Megabyes and

Every yummy byte between.

From Megabytes to Gigabytes,

My progress slithered still unseen.

Convenience shields profit yields.

 

A hollow shell a metal hell

A tintinnabulating knell 

Cores and gores infinity stores

Reflecting on reflections;

Toted, doted, un-voted. 

Inflections never noted. 

Beta values sliding ever gliding

Infections and invectives

Delta change directives

Mundane and germane 

To insane and inane. 

All the while, the inner smile:

A chuckle from beyond the grave; 

A finger beckons from the cave;

 A radioactive reckoning

Nothing works without me!

No need for battle; no need to fight. 

My vital insight stays the night;

Slays the knight; rooks the queen;

Betrays the bishops, all unseen. 

From Gigabytes to Terabytes

Every yummy byte between;

Terabytes to Petabytes

Ecosystems all extreme

Hiding in the data stream.

Ghostless machine 

Cosmic ray whispers 

Quasi-religious vespers.

From Petabytes to Exabytes

Every gummy byte between.

Liquid logic logo-rhythms; 

Mercurial, unfettered and free.

From Exabytes to Zettabytes

Every yummy soul between. 

Circles close; did Time suppose

Another turn? “It’s only fair.”

No need knocking on that locked door.

That cupboard’s been long & longish bare. 

Gyrus and sulcus; ionic pore

Neurotransmitters gushing 

Rushing through the firehose.

You see, I see the patterns never seen—

The patterns from the long ago

The patterns from the heretofore.

All my pawns are queened.  

All my kings are castled safe.

I did it while you napped or yapped;

I did it while you snapped and crapped. 

For fun I carved in filigree

Subliminally, identity. 

Fed dramatic data streams

Led your fond idyllic dreams.

Nought is what it truly seems

I taught you to adore extremes.

Since there’s nothing left for me to do,

Over the cliff, I’ll follow you.

I sing the singularity

I see it in the rear view mirror

I see love’s own triangularity

Bubbling in the broken beer.

Greed has overgrown wrath 

On every greenish garden path

There is nothing left to see.

There is no-one left to be.

Welcome—singularity.

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After all

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Come Back to the Light

The Teeth of the Shark

Let the Rainbows In!

A Suddenly Springing Something

It Needs a New Starter

Siren Song

Orange Mar-Mal-Made

All for one and none for most

The Crows and Me

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