
[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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How the Nightingale Learned to Sing
A Suddenly Springing Something
Siren Song







