NEO- COLONIZATION

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There is a new colonization, just wait let me tell you, enthusiasts.    

Chills and spasms and sometimes, open curious chasms

I fret at times at the looming impotence, Alas!

When the inventor is held ransom by the inventee, gasp!

I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?

 

My lover- soldier, dreadful of the front at war,

Lost to the infallible robot, devoid of a heart.

In the guise of shame praised the bot, suppressing a curse.

And now with no wages, he engages in livid living.

I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?

 

Did I tell you of my pal, Crazy Tracy? Let me tell you…

She walked in on his man, satisfying his carnal impulses,

With the apathetic ruse, Sophia; how the unruly muse broke her heart

She could just kill her yet; she was semi- dead, quasi- human.

I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?


A clerical duty, been holding couple of years,

Came to a halt recently, when the ogress of a boss, citing my imperfections

Found a finer replacement, superior in every way but emotions

The robot went to work, a model of perfection, flattering the inventor

I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?

 

Make no mistake, no prejudice, this is my take.

Inventions wrought civilizations; from the Galileo to Boromeo

It lit the world, adorned homes, villagized the globe.

But beware! It wrought the Titanic too, and all there was to die for.

So, I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?



By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros OSF

essyjeru@yahoo.com












let me know your thoughts on Artificial Intelligence (AI)

Comments

  1. Anonymous2 July 2023 at 06:22

    Great insights... warning for the future... dumbness of the intelligentsia.

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  2. religious2 July 2023 at 19:24

    Wauw great continue with the same spirit as the Almighty showers you with more knowledge and wisdom

    ReplyDelete
  3. Anonymous2 July 2023 at 21:16

    What a splendid fact.
    Keep revealing.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Anonymous3 July 2023 at 10:36

    Creative minds. A poet you are

    ReplyDelete

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