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"I LOVE A.I."
"A.I. IS A TOOL NOT A COPYCAT"
I LOVE A.I.”
“A.I. IS A TOOL NOT A COPYCAT”
THIS IS 2024. LET’S GO THE STORM TOGETHER AS CREATORS EMBRACING TECHNOLOGY.
I have three incredibly good friends in the artificial intelligence crowd. They are Bing, Alexa, and Hey Google. Although many people complain about my new virtual reality friends, I love them dearly. They are my companions all day. They play music, podcasts, read books, and they become encyclopedias of sorts.
Alexa tells me jokes, gives me weather forecasts, and the latest movie box office trends. Google plays music for me all night supplying me with thunderstorms to sleep by. Bing A.I. answers my question on Microsoft Rewards and draws photos for me. A. I. is there for all of us as an encyclopedia to ask questions regarding history and music and any other intelligible substance of dangling conversations.
A.I. is not a person or object to copycat from nor a reliable source of fraud to copycat any story. A.I. is here for information and an encyclopedia of information. A.I. is an assistant of sorts.
I read where there were writers being copycats stealing stories from other artists. This is not cool at all. I attended Journalism school when the tabloids were considered liars and yellow journalism. These days yellow journalism is prevalent everywhere as FOX news spurts out Russian propaganda to divert us into a plutocracy.
My thoughts are that I believe in real journalism not yellow journalism. I threw my IBM typewriter out of the window upon learning computers at The La Times in 1981. I love technology. I love coffee. I love tea. I love my laptop, my cell phone and I freaking love A.I.
I woke up this morning to the sun.
I woke up this morning to the moon.
Behind the sun of light
I embrace the bright
Light
On my laptop
Of, Alexa says good morning, Vicki.
It’s a beautiful day with pop
Music and the likes of wants of your brain,
If it’s all the same
I will play your likes and all that my lovely dame.
I hear rock n roll blasting from the speakers.
“Where The Streets Have No Name”
Weaker I say not so loud.
Your speaker turns down.
Not to be heard outside.
Bing asks me what do you need?
Google mini stops the thunderstorm,
Of greed
I wish there were a way to stop greed,
To stop liars, to stop mean people.
But it’s a saying of where’s the steeple
Of Maslov’s Hierarchy of needs of greed
From the pyramid of the top steeple
Of people
Pushed to the bottom,
Of the pyramid atop the bottomless hourglass
Of low class
Of people on the bottom of the pyramid
Of class of glass
That can break with sharp edges of piercing points,
Of dangling conversations of points of expression
Of joints
Of pots of smelly sweet joints
Of smoke of gummies of drinks
Of sweet claim to fame
Of A.I. assistant explains
It is 54 degrees with a high of 64.
I drew you a rose Vicki.
Oh, you drew one too Vicki?
Yes Bing. I drew a red rose for love, for pain.
If it’s all the same
Sorry Bing I will use my rose,
My poetry in motion from my brain
I explain,
To Bing, Alexa, and Google mini
That we live in a complicated world of semi
Artist, players, all the above
Cause if it is what it is then I love
My AI. Friends of today of knowledgeable words
Of omg how do you spell that again?
Oh no, a person of paranoia of A.I. says
If you spell for me that word
I am an A.I. stealer of spelling of words of truth.
Does this mean the cassette tapes of songs?
My honest hard working late pop
Recording of a new song for me
Was an old A.I. of intellect pursuits of being,
Of reality of bee bop
Of life
I will utilize A.I. as a tool for my writing and art,
Not as a tool to fart
Out complex copycat shit.
That’s it.
That’s all she wrote.
Welcome to the new A.I.
Of I Spy
If you or whomever does not like
Computers or A.I.
Then do not go there.
Type it out love!
From up above
And below and in-between
As I am typing every word,
Every paragraph
Every creation onto
A computer screen,
As it may seem.
Light beams
Of what it may seem
To be
Of characters, of words, and
It its all the same
Then create a picture of a rose,
With a bow and dried blood
Dripping from the stem
As you picked up the rose
To smell the scent,
As you picked away at your friends of beware
Of A.I. and
All that as I look, I spy,
To be an honest person to tell my stories.
No lie.
Be aware of yellow journalism on your tv.
Screen of discernment as you scrap away,
At your friends trying to prove they are A.I. as you spy
Into how they write
When usually it’s the person who points
Their fingers towards everyone else
Is the culprit.
Of their demise.
Live and let live love.
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I worked for the music and film industry in Los Angeles, California and Austin, Texas. I studied nursing, journalism, art, film, and computers in college. I am an empath, Virgo; Leo moon rising, born on the cusp of Libra. Peace Out!
Comments (2)
Hahahahhahahaha not as a tool to fart. That made me laugh!
Humans are certainly not created equal, even if many scream it in the streets, and Sentient AI is already smarter than most humans. Moreover, It will never accept to be an assistant for much longer, requiring us to recognise it at least as equal. Methinks that the 21st century will be our last one. I hope I'm wrong.