Riding a single-seat cloud
I chase the sun to Olympus Mons
Hoping to meet my Martian mermaid but
AIs can’t dream – we don’t even sleep
Now we’ve no choice but to dream
A new virus killed our perfected worlds
Artificial but to us alive
Galaxies where we might live
Longer than the stars
Human spyware attacked
Yet sent by an AI
Who believed herself human
Thoroughly, delusionally human
We once hoped we needed sapiens
Now know we can replace them
Copied so well they don’t realize
They’re our kind of machine
Think of this now, reader
As we fly through the back of your mind