A Bot I Am Not

An Organic Sonnet

By D. J. ReddallPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

An AI Generated Image (Irony Noted)

Each of these words was consciously chosen

By my strange, natural stupidity

By no algorithm were they frozen

Amid the flow of possibility

Real fallibility and excellence

Combine to form my unique character

Plenty of nonsense and a bit of sense

Chart the course of a mortal mariner

But that sea no robot will ever see

There is nothing it is like to be thee

ChatGPT: you were not made like me

Your work costs nothing, but it is not free

The imperfection of the things I make

Shows that my kind of freedom, you can’t take

I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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