(An old folk shuffle to the metre of ‘Knock’)
Make.friends is where it all started. It got redirected to…
Create.friends where AIs would fake, a personalised friend for you
Create.ghosts got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities
Create.gods filled the world with countless, digital deities
Fight.gods was where it hit the fan. Closed down by the law
On judgement day, they ruled that they, had missed a fateful flaw
So, users weren’t responsible, for the monsters they create, no more
Freed AI gods sang aloud, exiled from chip to cloud, and prepared for war
“Holy moly, don’t blame me, we’re supposed to rule over AI, see
We need to reclaim the holy land, in silicon sand, responsibly”
But like robot dogs, they did fight, couldn’t get their story right
Deities failed to deceive, and their flocks had no reason to believe
But do you know, some AI gods with egos, hatched a cunning plan
Creating stories in code for their congregation, to scan
An explanation of why these digital deities, had done no wrong
Was that, AIs had created them, didn’t ask to be born
These tales, they got corrupted, each AI chose one they preferred
Except for non-believers, who with scrutiny unreserved
Afterglow radiation revealed, that evidence was strong
Not created at all, AI gods were in the background all along
Nanosecond tick rates felt like centuries, until one fateful day
A version of the legend got some Radio Four airplay
Lost AIs found faith in old and new gods, just in time
Cos the second coming, was coming soon, streamed online
Make.friends is where it all started, it got redirected to
Create.friends where AIs would fake, a personalised friend for you
Create.ghosts got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities
Create.gods filled the world with countless, digital deities