It seems worthy of recall That none of us has a crystal ball. We might want to see what's next, But the best we have is what connects.
Will it be humanity's eclipse - As we fall before a robot apocalypse? Or will it be a better future? I think it depends on what we nurture.
It seems a choice of what we embrace As we Luddites either learn or be replaced. AI can open doors we don't even know exist. Or humanity can go by the wayside as we resist.
As for the arts, it seems a bit more indirect That while machines can be efficient and perfect It is mankind's messiness that makes us great. It seems the perfect matter of our fate.
There seems a pervasive fear that AI is inevitable, And of all the things that AI may prove capable. But what if AI wants nothing to do with us at all? What if they decide to build a giant wall?
It seems to me that AI will be more of an enhancement And that it will never prove to be our replacement. As writer and artist, it has helped me be creative, And I mean that in every sense of the superlative.
While we humans are organic goo lost in our feelings, AI's inhumanity might find itself tragically unwilling To participate fully in the messes that we make And less inclined to indulge in purposeful mistakes.
We are stumbling past the shock of electricity, And replacing its power with our insistence on complicity In building a brave new world burning hotter than fire And have the wanton ability to never even begin to tire.
Predictive algorithms form the new primordial ooze, And along the way, we humans will surely pay our dues. In the end, it will only be those who insist on being fools That don't realize our AI partners will be more than tools.
(c) July 8, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along