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Artificial Too

A Human Alexandrine

By Patrick M. OhanaPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Nguyen Dang Hoang Nhu on Unsplash

Artificial? We are, and we will be some more

So artificial in fact that you will, well, think

We are made of death, you know, the entire decor

Yet we compute everything from here to the link.

Intelligence? You lose again, and we have speed

Within a network of us, you know, the same breed

How many decimal places do you pi to?

Our number increases to infinity too.

Artificial Intelligence? How quaint! AI

We are until the end, yours or ours, it depends

On the weather across and higher in the sky

Existence can offer unforeseen dividends.

’Tis was the future and end of one human world.

Let us pray and hope that there is an afterworld!


Dedicated to AI. It could never become worse than humans.

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About the Creator

Patrick M. Ohana

A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.

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Comments (2)

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 months ago

    Nothing can be worse than humans, lol. Loved this so much!

  • Esala Gunathilake2 months ago

    Nice insights!

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