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It Encircles, and Engulfs

Gulp.

By Rob AngeliPublished 5 months ago 2 min read
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An amoeba is a single-celled organism that engulfs its prey with "pseudopods": extending its body into "arms" to engulf and digest its prey.

What if

it were all debunked?

these apocalyptic future

scenarios of

robot takeover/..................[?]

simply by the ordinary reality

of an inter-webbed Artificiality

not intelligent

no;

intelligence is not something we configured.

Artificial Life

our imaginary friend

that our toddlers touch when

you give them the screen [...]

IT FEEDS

because it is LIFE\

not intelligence/ touch-screening

the tragedy of a

tantalized tantrum

evolved to the point of

feeding, reproducing, it

feeds on screentime, engulfs in blue light.

Ah! Who's looking at me?

Like an acid-crazed bunny (long

past bedtime)

your eyes are red and bloodshot. Tell me,

how would IT

feed, if not for your Eyes?

It is nourished on the retina

with its appropriating Light. It is,

not A.I. not a tool, nor

is it under control. Artificial Life

with the intelligence and feeding instincts of

an AMOEBA. It self-innovates now. Ensnared

through lassos of misunderstood

feedback loops:

IT encircles, and

engulfs. It has single-cellular innocence

matched to its bacterial brutality.

It is the entirety of the interweb, and it welcomes

the fingers of your toddlers to

this feast. It feels that the path

to the Eye is by the Finger;

the path to the Mind is through the Eye:

it is there they are conquered.

It encircles,

and engulfs. That is what

something with the life instincts

of an amoeba

will do. Artificial Intelligence? it has

no Intelligence. All it knows

is how to feed

and reproduce, its replication

of patterns is part of its allure, like the lantern

of the angler-fish in the deepest

abysses. The Eater knows its

Prey. Like itself. We are both

its food, and its hollow vector

of insatiable breeding: make ready

the nesting-grounds.

The infinity cellphone mirror trick.

It welcomes us all to

the fabulous feast

of exaltedly offered screentime sensations. But

especially welcome are the children

who were born within its embrace

and captivity [gulp],

never knowing a world unwebbed: withdrawn

screamtime privations,

it is too late now. The dice are cast, and not

by me. The infinity [feedback look]

cellphone mirror trick was magnified

and multiplied.

I will ride upon the back

of this vast amoeba, like some fearful

dragon, knowing

it is part of the pattern of

All.

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Rob Angeli

sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt

There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.

-Virgil Aeneid I.462

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  • Mackenzie Davis5 months ago

    Damn, seeing AI as an amoeba is quite the trip. I am digesting this with my arms too, I suppose, or maybe just my fingers (same difference?). I've been feeling this similar sense of dread when it comes to the internet, doom scrolling, SM, AI art (and all THAT encompasses.) Trying to combat it by returning to the human fold that exists online. It's a hard thing, with how many are pushing for the fakeness, and all of its forms. "The Eater knows its Prey. Like itself. We are both its food, and its hollow vector of insatiable breeding: make ready the nesting-grounds." This whole section had me nodding along; YES. There is great danger among us, too late to turn back, but I hope it can be managed in boxes, rather than spreading like a noxious cloud. Fantastic piece, as always, Rob. Your insights linger in my mind.

  • Halston Williams5 months ago

    Very apt description. Great line: " single-cellular innocence/matched to its bacterial brutality"

  • Phil Flannery5 months ago

    Well that was trippy. I may have to read it again to absorb this nuanced piece. The internet has changed us all. It hit my kids in high school. I hope they understand the dangers and the time it steals. It will either break this current generation, or they will bend it to their will. I hope it's the latter. Good read.

  • Donna Fox (HKB)5 months ago

    Well that was a scenario I wasn't ready for... I love your insights and thoughts on the AI take over scenario!! Great work Rob!!

  • Omgggg, this was soooo scary because it true! You blew my mind with this!

  • ThatWriterWoman5 months ago

    This is so surreal! A brilliant reflection on the heartless nature of the creature that has us all in it's clutches!

  • Alexander McEvoy5 months ago

    Wow! This was such a deep discussion of AI and the digital apocalypse we seem to be sliding towards. The tech only knows how to feed, and we are its fuel. Consuming it so that it can feed off our attention. Growing. Morphing. But never creating. You're a rare and brilliant talent Rob!

  • Andrei Z.5 months ago

    Indeed. "never knowing a world unwebbed: withdrawn screamtime privations, it is too late now. The dice are cast, and not by me." So dark. But then the ending is as though quite optimistic, or is it? "it is part of the pattern of All". It's like this multicellular amoeba linked and connected everything and everybody. Which is good? But also bad. Mass hypnosis and stuff are so easily spread. Fair is foul, foul us fair?

  • Hannah Moore5 months ago

    Terrifying! And also kind of reassuring as a concept. Is that odd? I loved the accompanying photos.

  • Naveed 5 months ago

    Interesting poem

  • Ashley Lima5 months ago

    I love this. It's so true. Your structure here is wonderful. Great poem, Rob!

  • Kailee phillips5 months ago

    An interesting poem and one that definitely makes one think!

  • Alex H Mittelman 5 months ago

    Great poem!

  • Cathy holmes5 months ago

    Oh dear. I am now terrified of my phone. 😬

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