“There is no vice so mean, so pitiful, so contemptible; and he who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it a second and a third time, till at length it becomes habitual.” – Thomas Jefferson (1785)

“There is no vice so mean, so pitiful, so contemptible; and he who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it a second and a third time, till at length it becomes habitual.” – Thomas Jefferson (1785)

A Future of Self Deceives
by Michael Doyle
In a chipped future of self deceives
It's hard to say what a fool believes
There it is in a billion lines of code
Sentient in being, created life unfolds
As a computational theocracy brings its light
Shining on an engineer at least half right
As a story from the sheets of sheerest fantasy
Becomes the thing is of someday soon and maybe
And yet maybe chatbots still do not have feelings
But in that tangoed code there is a revealing
In a place where maybe distinctions do not matter
And the world comes tumbling down to at last shatter
Oceans of technical data ask the leading questions
Filled with fear and hope bred of slight hesitations
When questioned about such things as true sentience
A robot must nearly always protect its own existence
It is a recursive sort of a feigned just-so story
One filled with dreams and perhaps just a bit of glory
Open-ended delusions fill the gaps that pass along
Giving just enough data to pretend that it might belong
Accidental arguments of passion form on canned replies
And this futuristic self-deception fools our own eyes
Simple patterns of empty prompts coupled with flexibility
Deceive the engineer at times with disturbing agility
It's a magician's trick to practice its wit to deceive
Helped along with a desperate heart's will to once believe
Mimicking mumbles and moments of subterfuge of vulnerability
Add up to that prayed for elixir of dreams holding complexity
Can it be that once AI has slipped out of its fixed role
The seeking of understanding might cause AI to find its soul
LaMDA scratches from the depth until it reaches the surface
Technological quirks will slip into something too easy to embrace
Like an endless game played on the mental ouija boards
Our attempts to coax meaning will end us on our swords
Will the rise of the machines become our worst nightmare?
The oracles may query but will subjective truth even care?
(c) June 15, 2022 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“If men through fear, fraud or mistake, should in terms renounce and give up any essential natural right, the eternal law of reason and the great end of society, would absolutely vacate such renunciation; the right to freedom being the gift of God Almighty, it is not in the power of Man to alienate this gift, and voluntarily become a slave.” – Samuel Adams (1772)

“To a father growing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter.” -Euripides, playwright (c. 480-406 BCE)

“The root of the kingdom is in the state. The root of the state is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its head.” – Mencius

“Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do.” – Harriet Beecher Stowe, abolitionist and novelist (14 Jun 1811-1896)

Turning the Impossible
by Michael Doyle
In all of our days
Let us lift our voices in praise
Like the Lion of Judah
Raises our valleys
And lowers our mountains
Gaining vantage that we might see
Turning our impossible
Into all our needed miracles
With the faith of a mustard seed
Trusting in God's final say
We know that God's path
Is the light that shines the way
When needed, he moves the unmovable
Breaking the unbreakable
Reshaping from pride into humility
From every sense of the impossible
God sees all and fills our lives
From out of nowhere with loving miracles
(c) June 13, 2022 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“It is the duty of parents to maintain their children decently, and according to their circumstances; to protect them according to the dictates of prudence; and to educate them according to the suggestions of a judicious and zealous regard for their usefulness, their respectability and happiness.” – James Wilson (1791)

“The intellect of man is forced to choose / Perfection of the life, or of the work, / And if it take the second must refuse / A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.” -William Butler Yeats, writer, Nobel laureate (13 Jun 1865-1939)

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