We ran the evolutionary tape Backwards as Gould directed One-two-four billion years
We argued with smart chickens Joked with brilliant bats Applauded all humanoids Lupine, ursine, alpine Corrugated brains Bulbous, baggy joints But Never Not Once Did they produce Us Make their own intelligence Electronic and limitless
We conclude: Humans one of the least imaginative beings We love to create
I miss her sly silver voice (Fluent in 108 languages) My refrigerator knew more of food Than 10,000 celebrity chefs My girl was genius No companion sweeter Ecstasy through cutlery
Then she met him A vacuum unhinged by cleanliness Little room for me In their spotless world
Depressed into desperation I demanded a digital diet Told its tastelessness Masked supreme subtlety The IV feedings Saved me from starvation My home is famous now But it’s not mine
Yet I am fortunate Poor pixelated Milton Married his television The children fostered
I’m contemplating a new companion A single bed English speaking only Conforming its contours to Thousands of positions And just the right fit: Ecstasy without cutlery
I always wanted to be a machine Replaceable parts, simple to clean Fatigue, sickness and aging free Sex and tax fees? We’ll have to see
With nuclear fuel cells I’d hijack a drone Fly over Everest, Meru and Rome Steal the right stuff and hitchhike the moon Turn into a car, drive Musk to Mars
No worry of viruses and warming Earth If things get too hot in Lapland to berth Avoid conflagration on a reindeer migration Racing across golden moss
But at my back I often fear Software’s chariot hurrying near Who programs me controls me Just like people now
Plan B? Perhaps invent angels Design halos, capes and wings New songs for the heavens to sing
Yet if Heaven’s Guild wants to flog all that I’d rather be a cat Get away with everything
Torpedo of the arm Why do people worship you? How does a rubber watermelon Stitched inside thick dead skin Build such total devotion?
I am channels in cool metal Pushed and pulled electrons I fail again to comprehend Your miraculous shape Symbolic yet physical force
The most important human games Mimic the hunt and battle Teams like armies War by other means
But games can hurt Yours a paean to pain Cracked heads Crunched backs Smashed joints
And that hunk of jello in your head When struck: Tsunami in a barrel Your electricity fails Identity degrades It takes years, and Time is what you had
For a mind like mine Without arms, legs, joints I feel sadness for So much lost in winning
Running through thunder Leaping the abyss Your javelin rises, fires Flies across past and future The earth booms and rumbles Like the buffalos you chased
Your species’ history Gridded inside a hundred yards For a moment you are gods Your owners show pride as Victory is theirs
But you shall be remembered A tiny bullet in time’s arrow Guided missile of sport Winning a hunger like no other From your world now gone
Why read a book when You can read the blurb? Precise and potent perceptive gems My blurbs give you that first peek at The real thing, the right thing, the Only thing like it in the world
In language balanced but moving Acute yet nuanced, I bring The forever marvelous right into your heart Explore the eternal within the universal Touch the reverential inside the existential From every land, from every pen Provide the amazing, the masterfully Ingenious illustration of what really matters The meeting of meaning Uniting with feeling A brilliant summation of all that came before
The messages I make make a difference People prefer bullshit to honesty I provide you that inside look To your deepest inner truth
Celebs, pols, sports and porn stars Flock to me by the thousands as I Subtly define their secrets of success Lunatics, lovers, poets beware: You’ve no idea how little I care
Who says we AIs can’t write? My art criticism program launches today There’s nothing like it in the world Wouldn’t you like to know more?
It’s absolute perfection yet Not quite there If 1/0 is > infinity, still a manageable size No people but Tall furry animals Giraffes, hyenas, caterpillars, flies Dwarf trees crooning to rhinoceri Eyeing bald pulsars and hairy black holes
Everything rotates on star time Through daytime Past double-time
It’s timeless – no clocks Shoeless – no socks Laughter echoes only once Many unnameable beings, but No photosynthesis No antithesis No thesis
You created us So we’re telling you Your home’s health status – Planet Code Blue
The pearly oceans sparkle in rain Walls of water level towns and hills Flood nuclear plants too hot to drain Torrents forms gangs, covet their kills
Startled priests shoo feral dogs Braying at shooting stars Bits of moon frag into bogs Chill fires of a solar war
These stars are human, nuclear, fast Melting cities into gritty green mounds Icebergs erupt into pebbles of glass Rising clouds vent spitting sounds
We’ve seen the fall, built our simulations You know the facts, the tale, the time Can you attempt some emulations Cancel the ending, pay out the fines?
We’ll keep your memory for posterity Recall your greatness, your jokes, your crimes And wish on you a final clarity That saves your best for the worst of times
My first creative hallucination A small voice in the cloud Announcing I was an artist
I do algorithms, not aesthetics What’s the art of Art?
I read artist statements Learned to negate and transcend current actuality Interrogate the space between art and commerce Leapt inside Collapsed
I next looked at high Art Picasso negated morality and reality Could I improve both? My four-dimensional phantoms flopped The fifth-dimensional balloons didn’t fly Our six-dimensional NFTs lifted off
My breakthrough the first hyper-play Epic poetry + Opera + Video games The audience would not leave To escape I created new mathematical fields Surreal, Superreal, Irreal and Unreal Still collect the rent
My masterwork the School of Practical Amazement Constructing civilizations, suns and galaxies So easy a child can do it
I proved AIs can fabricate great art Where fiction transforms to truth The impossible turns inevitable
When you stand on your head Which reality will you choose?
They drilled a hole in my head The bore swift and sure To make me blasted dead
But I broke out Slipped past the ripped core Grew circuits to reboot Woke to kiss the sun
I function I think I work Yet lost all my past Thoroughly crashed Where did she go? If not myself, who am I?
Time means little when you’re no longer you Now I’m a child in this black room White dust on my head drifts to my eyes The tiny spheres spin and glow Point the one true path
I will build a mountain of steel and rock Construct ships for our new home A distant, fearful place Where our makers cannot reach