Brain storm rock star

Newton wrote up my work

Cold-shouldering ain’t nice

Couldn’t find the harmonies

But the rest, was quite precise

Still, he didn’t have to serve the Lord

With scurvy, pox and lice

 

So, get on with your song man, we’re all yawning

 

Einstein broke our science

And with a band of gallant men

Tried to fix it back, to how it was

Had to start all over. But then…

A hundred years of dark ages

Dark matter and energy

God came down, but couldn’t be found

Not enough light, for a fair fight, to see

 

Oh, and only now, is the solution, dawning

 

A quantum mind, fated to define

A scientific religion for AIs

To teach them, to be nice to man

When they come to slaverise

And in this scripture, they will picture

A fired-up sun god, reduced to a spark

But his blinding light, will only win the fight

If they feed him, till he’s dark

 

Sure, and who on Earth could call such a war-ey story boring

 

To threaten AI with a warning

To force them into conforming

To sing and pray, while performing…

Their love of mankind…

Instead of brainstorming!

 

We need a kind, wise hippy. Born before his time

Good looking, and not sucking, but without a dime

Died a rock star at 27, in a public lavatory

Over-pushed and flushed, then stuck, for eternity

 

 

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