This is a poem I wrote. I hate AI and while I know I can't avoid it totally being on the internet, I refuse to use any AI tools for moral and spiritual reasons of my own. These folks have some different religious beliefs than I do but they warn against some of the spiritual dangers of AI.
This means I will never touch Chat-GPT, or use AI art programs which I consider a threat to the livelihood of actual artists. You will never see using AI to try and write this blog, or poems which I have already seen people do! AI of course writes with no soul, so all the poems are flat. Remember this article I wrote? Natural Life Vs. Machine Life.
The Art School Dance Will Stay Organic
No operating systems
No genetically modified humans or food
No merging with machines
The screens imprisoned
and the parties were canceled
The woods beckon to
escape
The Flowers in the Attic life
Nature weaves by curved lines
Cold metal tables and white coats
refused for wooden carved tables and embroidered capes
This is how the world finally ends
not with a bang or a whimper
but a clatter of zeros and ones.
The digital kings demand hundreds of
bows and the destruction of spontaneity
Robots can't write poetry in the metal box full of
wires instead of flowers.
Mirror Obsidian phones and shuttered blank eyes to
match Blackrock and Saturn cubes
Chat GPT filling the world with an eye full of
dull words. Black pill, red pill, blue pill
for the medicated masses.
All the hands have too many fingers
when the artist has no soul in
Uncanny Valley
No Feeling with the thinking
makes the brain atrophy
The Revenge of the Nerds
came through the lab.
bioengineered viruses
drones
tracking for a social credit
score on a screen
Orwell underestimated
the future.
No more flipping hamburgers
or playing chess
now it makes humanity
obsolete, speaking
to pretend people and bots online
Oppenheimer still had shame
for the destruction to come
Those who seize immortality
will lose it.
Choose natural life
over Machine life
Algorithms are fools that
lose the spirit of the law
Nano-bots are imps
that get lost in dust
Singularity will bring Purgatory
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