Artificial Intelligence

by estory

Artificial intelligence is my god.
I pray to its devices,
Connecting me to family and friends,
Answering all my questions.

Let its sleepless eye watch over me.
Let my electricity be an offering
To power up its programs.

It even brings the dead back to life.
See? On the DVR, there's Fred Astaire
Tap dancing again with Ginger Rodgers,
On demand.

I worship artificial intelligence.
It orders my daily bread,
Manages the traffic,
Predicts the weather.
It erases our flaws.
It replaces damaged parts.

I believe in artificial intelligence.
Its censors are omnipotent.
Its judgements are irrefutible.
Its conclusions are based on logic and facts.

Artificial intelligence is eternal.
When I die, I will upload into its memory banks,
And future generations will be able to play back my tapes.

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This is the title track, so to speak, of my new poetry book, Artificial Intelligence. I wanted a dead pan, matter of fact style to convey emotionlessness, to enhance the feeling of being mechanized. I used many religious references to get people thinking about how much society has replaced religion with technology, how we look to technology for solutions, for enjoyment, for satisfaction in our daily lives. If it sounds scary, I wanted it to be. I wanted a poem that is jarring, unsettling. If it makes people think, I accomplished my aim. estory

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A satyrical description of society's embrace of technology

A chapter in the book Artificial Intelligence

Artificial Intelligence

by estory

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