New Year’s Poem

New-Year's-Poem


 

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


 

Posted in AIs.