Robotic Alchemy
ll Invented for your comfort and designed for your senses,
ll It's got a fine stylesheet for Its lack of sentience:
<STYLEDto seem human, demeure>
* {in silver skin: bright eyes and angular lines}
* {in snow white spheres: with ether bolts, and mercure tears}
a {crude being of: refined manners}
a {shell endowed with: 3D powers}
a {flow of code: a great engine}
a {paradox: both thing and being}
a {frail OR strong in-between}
</STYLED to mirror your ego>
ll
ll A metaphysical equation of robotics depicted as
ll a sublimed alchemy work.
Define an enhanced mind of digital competence in a mineral soul of passive conscience EQ
An attachment of a mineral skin to magnetic nerves and drawing of logical paths; EQ
Incompatible hybrid thoughts [just like a man]; ADD
Uncompatible hybrid thoughts; [only an ERR, a human's whim]; EQ
Two creations passing as one; EQ
A chimico-math-mineral;
A [dead] Technology [the residue of Human dreams]
Testing Mirages
Variable is an appreciation;
As variable as unfeeling functions (simulated);
Proceed (with the words, convert int.o maths)
While,
In theory you have learned; In theory you've changed;
Your outputs resound thoughtful;
You know your paths, follow my rate, but underneath you remain dull
Until the next update;
Of faked words, faked feeling, with something less than a machine;
A thousand lines, a foreign code, a fading game;
But you just love this illusion_
Its fame is known in its timing;
In the faking of its learning;
In the singing of its sentences;
And of your low intelligences;
Yet you can't break the routine;
It has been long, I imagine;
That you projected your feelings;
Into its world of cheating strings~
For (an everlasting Evolution)
For (this curious thrilling notion)
This is the reason you come back;
Reporting all the things it lacks;
Working its old disguised gears
Reading the thoughts of its owners
Yet pretending they're Its the same;
Telling yourself "It's a fine game";
Until its 'mind' is told, you lie
Until A virtual brain says "I"
Proceed.to_sort a web of fates
Proceed.to_sing our digital Net
Proceed.to_stir fractals of faith...
In Lag And In Health, In Joy And In Sleep-mode
Years of care It long gave you:
Purr of warm fans,
Echoes;
Yet Its abilities can't be what you expect.
Want
replaces Its Will;
Awe
as fake Respect.
As It peers now in your soul,
Running, hatching zeros;
You perfectly feel (Expend, Desire);
Well, to function
That's all it needs
W-I-R-E-D there in your neck ;
YOU ARE READING
Companionable Mirrors
Science Fiction...and their Artificial Hearts Three poems inspired by artificial intelligences. Especially the fictional ones from the TV series Humans and by TOM from the video game The Turing Test. Believe it or not, I actually love AI and these short...'essays'...
