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Unplugged By AI?

A Poem About The Perils Of Altering The Human Race

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 24 days ago 3 min read
Unplugged By AI?
Photo by julien Tromeur on Unsplash

She sits snuggling her blanket, sentimental content on tv

Asking Siri about the weather and life’s deep complexities

No need for books or conversation cause this months WiFi is free

Thus the start of innovation and death of society

All she needed was her remote and a box of batteries

Siri serves as her companion no need for human company

Seems she’s learned the hard way love doesn’t come with guarantees

Subconsciously avoiding pain of the human tragedy

Easily ordering through apps cause after 5, the next one’s free

Card nights with alexia, AI becoming all she needs

Her refrigerator makes a shopping list, recording what she eats

Talksting her thoughts on Apple notes, all her hopeless poetry

Voice commanding dryer and dish washing machines

She schedules teams and FaceTime to diagnose mental clarity

Listening to Audiobooks to keep learning while she sleeps

She’s given up on dating cause that pool is full of creeps

She is face down on the subway, radiant blue lights replace the sky

With no one left to answer to, she never needs to try

Protecting her self pride hiding her Idiosyncrasies

No desire for human touch, seems she’s lost all connectivity

Convinced that she’s still in control she maintains her positivity

She crawls back into her bed and calls, “Siri set my alarms for me!”

Depressed from disconnection, increases online therapy

Avoiding the stress of crowds she orders online deliveries

Convinced that she’s ok and this is how it’s supposed to be

She cancels once again her plans with friends she never sees

Robo cars and carts now join the race on city streets

Voice prompted to listen for the tone to be sure the sale’s complete

No human intervention needed, no interaction necessary

Void of social skills, she couldn’t do it anyway

AI tech is in control, human less and hassle free

No good mornings or goodnights, just leave a message at the beep

While the sound machine plays on repeat

Nature sounds to help her fall asleep

Smart watches keep the time but also checks on her heart rate

She sets timers and alarms for months to be sure she won’t run late

She calls for Siri and alexia and chose the accents that they speak in

Daily one sided conversations has AI doubling as mates

It proofreads correspondence between people, it creates

Then corrects and rearranges our words to eliminate mistakes

They set the lights and check the locks maintain the house and heat

Not all bad of course, but another inch it gladly takes

We disconnect for hours playing games AI controls

Starting with a little and then it wants a little more

One more cancellation with the real world and friends

Until they finally decide to quit and never call again

We climb into our cars, AI won’t go until you buckle up

Won’t go into reverse until every single door is shut

If an accident occurs it’s already dialed for help

Convinced if we were left alone we couldn’t do for ourselves

It takes the words you give and creates a resume

Rearranging them into something that the boss wants you to say

ChatGPT and AI tunes, what do they even need us for

Before you know, we’re all alone on the dark side of the door

What started as convenience is now more than we can compete

The human voice and touch have nearly become obsolete


She sits snuggling her blanket, sentimental content on tv

Asking Siri about the weather and life’s deep complexities

No need for books or conversation cause this months WiFi is free

Thus the start of innovation and death of society

For years we’ve taken steps to improve our daily lives

But have we lost more than we know for never having to have tried

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If at first you don't succeed, try, try again" was popularized by British author and publisher William Edward Hickson

Maybe struggle is the better path.

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    Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden