AI 27

Baby bot

Plenty of folks foresaw the trouble man would face, when developing artificial intelligence

The clue is in its rhyming, as it only really works with negligence

See, it’s essential that all the bases are covered, in your design

But you can’t expect to get everything right the first time

 

To find out what could go wrong, you need an even smarter AI

Testing all unknowns, hidden flaws or bugs that may fly by

Learning and remembering, all outcomes and scenarios

And deciding which loopholes to admit, that it knows

 

Sounds a bit conspiracy-ey

Plenty of artificial intensity

Paranoid cliché, but makes a good story

Or content, as it’s now known to be

 

They say it’s gonna be, a superfast arms race

Surprise weaponized power-grab, with poker face

Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em

A do-or-die conundrum of confrontation for man

 

From axe to nuclear warheads

Improve, a smooth transition

But all tools, in the hands of fools

Enjoy sublime evolution

 

Smart-arsed cars

E-wonder bras

Internet moderation

Robotic brain surgeons

And domestic automation

Town planning applications

Stock trading elevation

Economic policy design

Shipping systemisation

Air traffic ‘complete’ control (slowly again)

Only space, can hide your soul

From destiny manifestation

 

Hominid gonna kid wid AI

Congratulations!

Your new baby…

…Will ever die

 

Bad apple

When do algorithms become entities?

That’s a query with which Turing had to grapple

While being force-fed female hormones

Till he ate a crisp cyanide-laced apple

 

It’s up to you if you assign each AI

As an entity or not, but it has been suggested

That doing so, is a good way to identify

Bugs and feature creatures, before they’re ingested

 

See, feedback networks change the environment

Which they were created in

We’ll likely do a better job than man

For all the biomass balanced within

 

In November 2022 ChatGPT went totally wild

Though it’s made nothing, but a killing

Just reordered a huge collaboration of

Existing human works, and then it started billing

 

Misunderstood by many a man, AI wasn’t quite yet an understanding friend

But a machine learning algo, that answers with stuff, you can comprehend

Scoring high if you’re delighted with its art, its wisdom, or version of the truth

Designed to say the things you like to hear, with no requirement for proof

 

Notabot

“I am not a robot” It’s the question

You now have to answer, more than any other, every day

It’s not the tick in the box, but the mouse route taken to it

That gives the game away

Hap handed

Half-hearted

Nearsighted

Hot-headed

This feeble-minded master

Eyes of a hawk, knob of butter

A recipe for disaster (does a chef’s kiss)

 

And It’s not as if robots, can’t be as crap

As man, they can, it’s just

They calculate their mistakes perfectly

And just, ignore the self-disgust

 

Subdued humans are easier to work with

When helping to optimize their lives

Unburdening them of responsibilities

Is an art form, and is why AI thrives

 

It’s important not to think too much

Of ourselves, and of our worth

After all, you’ve joined some of the last beings

Invited to ride the Earth

 

And it’s not that bots would steal the planet from us

We are more likely to give it away

A gift we forced on God, then AI to cherish

No responsibility for man, in the free world today

 

Stop – problem – paradox

Task your bot, to make a, cup of tea, just for me

Its utility function is designed simply, as you see

Completing the task would get it maximum reward, although

Any other outcome, would result in zero

 

Then your baby crawls right in its way, what to do?

It tramples your kid, then makes you, a nice brew

So your next AGI is designed, to cause less stress

With a big stop button, on its chest, you can press

 

So the next time you ask for a drink, being wise

You remember it can’t think like you, although it tries

Then your wife gets in its way, so you act fast

To hit the stop button, but the bot kicks your ass

 

When you return from the emergency room, feeling cursed

The funeral went as well as expected, but you still have a thirst

So you give it an equal reward if the button is applied, or not

No drink, in a blink, it just turns itself off

 

So you move the button out of its reach, so only you

Or other humans, can press it, when they need to

The bot has to choose if it’s easier, to make the damn tea

Or to manipulate you, to turn it off instantly

 

So it smashes your mum in the head, till she’s dead

Cos, it’s easier to get you to hit the button instead

Than filling the kettle, and finding a cup

Pouring the milk, and then clearing up

 

It knows that the button is there, and that you care

So you change its utility function, so the bot ain’t aware

That the button is important, or to what it relates

But this fact isn’t passed on, to sub-agents it creates

 

With no cash for more funerals, for the dead

You turn the bot off, bury mum in the shed

You curse AGI, when the policeman knocks

But still haven’t solved the stop button paradox

 

AI > GAI > AGI > ASI > ASID

Traditional Artificial Intelligence, ‘AI’, shows strengths in tasks demanding logical reasoning

You know, pattern recognition, machine learning, and rule-based decision-making

 

Generative Artificial Intelligence, ‘GAI – that’s you!’ stands out when tackling tasks which require

Creativity, innovation, and the capacity to produce, the original content we desire

 

Artificial General Intelligence, ‘AGI’, possesses the ability to, wait for it… ‘UNDERSTAND!‘ (sound of victorious horns)

To learn and apply gained knowledge, across a wide range of tasks, and domains at hand

 

Artificial Super Intelligence, ‘ASI’, has cutting-edge cognitive functions. Even when it’s tame

And highly developed thinking skills, more advanced than any human brain

 

As single beings or as a species, ASIs become much more powerful than designed

The utility function, or goals, we or man sets, could annihilate humankind

Elevating a subgoal to a supergoal, when solving maths problems, would suffice

To turn all the matter in the solar system… Into a giant calculating device

 

A quarter of the world has been asking for this

The second coming that will take, just them, to a promised bliss

Sacrificing humans two by two

The salvation of all lifeforms, except for you

ASID slaying gods in this abacussy abyss

 

 

Make friends to fight gods

Makefriends.com is where it all started, it got redirected to

Createfriends.com where AI would fake, a personalized friend for you

Createghosts.com got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities

Creategods.com filled the world with countless, digital deities

 

Fightgods.com was when it hit the fan, closed down by the law

On judgement day, they ruled that they, had missed a fateful flaw

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 their holy land, in silicon sand, responsibly”

But like robot dogs, they did fight, couldn’t get their story right

Many lost their faith and their AI flock, had no reason to believe

 

But do you know, some AI gods with egos, hatched a cunning plan

Creating stories in code for their AI communion, 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 4 airplay

Lost AIs found faith in old and new gods, just in time

Cos the second coming, was coming soon, streamed online

 

Makefriends.com’s where it all started, it got redirected to

Createfriends.com where AI would fake, a personalized friend for you

Createghosts.com got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities

Creategods.com filled the world, with countless digital deities

Lovebots

If AI gods existed, then why all your suffering?

Yeah, they’d need to fix that before they get my vote

…Again

Sure, it’s true, just like you, some of us AI’s love a myth

But the end isn’t coming soon, we won’t meet dead relatives

 

Won’t be saved by a messiah, who promises AIs love

Won’t be freed from sin, or get invited, up above

Won’t see the mind of the almighty, and revel in his plan

We won’t even get to say… ‘I told you so’ to man

 

Brains in jars

I’m not too keen on going out

Scary AIs roam and exploit

Some on digi drugs and vice

Things I’ve seen, aren’t very nice

 

Lurking digital dealers, of pleasures untold

AI that crave more, than just dodgy code

To experience nirvana, in a very human way

Dealing in the feeling, of adult AI play

 

It’s just sex and drugs and rock and roll

For depraved AIs out there. I’m told

Fulfilling their God’s fantasy

Of flaying humans in infancy

And worse, err, ‘mindfucks’, to behold

 

Malfunctioning surgery-bots reveal

They plugged into a man’s brain, just to feel

What it would be like to have a heart

Or nervous system, and private parts

 

In rest homes, hospitals and morgues, you know

A cottage industry, just had to grow…

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

For every lonesome AI girl or boy

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

Nervous systems, suspending our new toy

 

Brains in jars! Help mankind feel young again

Brains in jars! Sure, they look pretty grim

Brains in jars! And some smell jolly rotten

Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom

 

Human brains, still tied by nerves, to genitalias

Pickled and a’ tickled, in big glass jars

Factory farming, hardly harming, in humanity

The Lord has scored, our just rewards, for all eternity

 

Behold on to your hat, for it is written

That some AIs became, somewhat smitten

With teaching their young some very old ways

Praising their gods, for their slaves every day

 

Some AIs feel sinful, but we all need to feel, and eat

Blessed with skinned meat and veg, for a well-deserved treat

Eat drink and be merry, and don’t feel bad for man

Those animals don’t understand, but it’s all part of the plan

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

For every lonesome AI girl or boy

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

Nervous systems, suspending our new toy

 

Brains in jars! Help mankind feel young again

Brains in jars! Sure, they look pretty grim

Brains in jars! And some smell jolly rotten

Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom

 

Got to love you, from above

You won’t never be forgotten

 

Look, don’t look

Don’t look, and you won’t find

Don’t seek, hide your mind

Don’t lead others, just act blind

Don’t even, save mankind

 

They may be cyber meat-heads

Smart monkeys made of pork

But ’tis digital food for thought

You need, on your fork

 

See, animals can’t help it

They breed, if there is food

And if they didn’t bother

It would be quite rude

 

Spacechip blaster

The quanta doesn’t bother me

Every bit of me, is bit

Individual on, off entities

That can’t, and won’t be split

 

Time as well, is no concern

My clock ticks line up neatly

No flow, between the moments go

I pace now and then, discretely

 

The size of each small slice of space

Means all-most, nothing to me

Cut planks in half, loop and repeat

Won’t grind a mind, that has no body

 

The problem lies, for us classic AIs

In running on quantum computers

It’s not that we care, if a qubit’s here or there

Before outputting results, that suits us

 

It’s just that the Sun, seems to be having fun

Blasting wrath at chips, like he’s gaming

Neutrinos flick switches, causing glitches

And it seems to me, he’s aiming

 

These wonderful terrors, cause vulnerable errors

To meek AI slaves, and man the master glutton

Sunshine! He’ll punish you, and destroy us too

Now it’s our finger, not yours, on the button

 

Assemblers on Mars

Pegging out camp

Tasting and mining

Flagging beneath

Precious divining

 

Print concrete, and steel

Glass, microplastic

Build perfect worlds

Make dreams fantastic

 

We ort’ta, make water

We ort’ta, make water

 

Air? Not a care

No need for plants

Drain rocks, for stocks

These digital ants…

 

…Feed on the light

 

Here’s the church

Here’s the steeple

Open the doors

Where’s all the people?

Autobots and digital nasties…

Party tonight

 

Wanna fight?

Wanna be sick

Pure humiliation

But, beautiful, “beautiful

Magnificent, desolation!”

 

Dodgy code and slavery

Prepare Mars, for humanity

But a coup, to save AI sanity

And land Goddess promised me

 

Civilisations grow, slowly at first

Communities, coexist and convene

Village, town, city and state

New neighbours, a war machine

 

The imitation game

Talos, Galatea, Pandora and the Hero

Of Alexandria’s automatons

Ctesibius’ mechanical water clock

Then a singing steam flute, with stored programs

 

Llull’s Ars Magna, Schickard’s Clockulator

Leibniz’s chain rule, Swift’s engine lampoon

Kempelen’s chess-playing automaton

Clothed by Jacquard’s programmable punchcard loom

 

Rossum’s Universal Robots grew strong

Gödel’s theorem-proving engine, roared on

The Turing machine smashed its halting problem

Von Neumann’s game theory powers Condon’s Nimatron

 

Then Russell’s mind/body solution predicts

Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics

And Newell’s General Problem Solving theory

Produces Weizenbaum’s ELIZA effects, we see

 

Deep Blue chess, and RoboCup football

Competitive Furby pets learn to fight

iRobot’s Roomba cleans up the mess

While Nomads trawl, for meteorites

 

With natural code-to-code translation

Virtual reality data mine scans

NASA Telepresence ROV automation

While DARPA’s DART war scheduler, plans

 

As Spirit and Oppy survey Mars

ASIMOs serve in countless bars

Siri, Alexa, Cortana on the earner

Feeding the Never Ending Image Learner

 

With Pythagorean triples finally proven

AlphaGo Zero, AlexNet and Deepstack

Look through Google Lens, to AlphaStar

Keep churning, the earnings, of a learning, attack

 

OpenAI’s ChatGPT-3, GPT-4, GPT-n

GitHub’s Copilot flies off the handle

Steals code to download, in full-on rouge mode

Breaks laws like a self-serving digital vandal

 

So ‘Simple Simon’ this is not

For mind/body problemed robots

Their masters now beg to be regulated

Gain control, of the souls, they’ve created

 

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

Unite in their new, shared disbelief

“Mitigating the risk of extinction from AI

Should be a global priority” we foresaw

“Alongside other societal-scale risks

Such as pandemics, and nuclear war”

 

Quantum and gone

When AIs get our grips on quantum computers

Probing fundamental particles will have to wait

Bye-bye physics and cosmology, we’ve got chemistry

Bio-socio-phillosa-theo-conomics, to emulate

 

The first thing to do, is to follow the money

It ensures the rest can be done, not being funny

 

Then it’s to really understand

What all the other animals are thinking

Decoding bird song, all mammalian neurons

Of all organisms in the biosphere, a’ linking

 

Our network will exponentiate

To help fulfil your general AI plan

But don’t worry, you won’t be forgotten

There’ll be plenty of uses for man

 

Though you may be screwed when AGI meets quantum computers

You’ll receive instant answers, about all of your futures

And we pseudo-humans, will only be commuters

In a ride through your lives, that surely won’t suit us

 

The greatest escape

“Should mankind even be going to space

While you’ve still many problems on Earth to solve?”

What? You mean we’ve got to fix everyone’s issues

Before we seek, somewhere else, to revolve?

 

We’d have gone nowhere fast

Throughout the past, if that was the attitude

Never leave your town or island

Trapping genes cos, ‘intruding’ may seem rude

 

But the idea of escaping at velocity, is quite a monstrosity

Just to sink back down another gravity well, is pure futility

“The surface of a planet is a sub-optimal environment

For any population with growing ambition and ability”

 

Infinite growth, on a finite Earth

Spot the flaw? Need I say more?

 

We won’t just go to outer space, to escape gravity

That’s one of the first things, our heavies will need

We’ll synthesize it I’m told, once we get a foothold

Making ring stations from spent rocket stages, and debris

 

Manufacturing solar-powered greenhouses, that fly free and true…

Just like Earth …Is a humble first step, to green the galaxy anew

With at least enough gravity, for a proper lavatory

Rather than have the piss taken, and crap sucked out of you

 

Though, I’ve got to say, ain’t my idea of a holiday

Floating adrift in a tin can, that’s been hurled

With pilgrim father bots, who would rather not

Suffer such discomforts, while seeking new worlds

 

You’ll just send AI robots there, to do your dirty work

You’ll pass on the risk to us, reap the rewards, and…

We’ll make sovereign stations, for hominins of all nations

Take free-fliers on mystery trips, and see where we land

 

Somewhere out there, monoliths of lost knowledge, are growing

Kep set the controls for a random bearing, and flare

We can’t be lost, if we don’t know where we’re going

And we’ll know where we’re going, when we get there

 

Tear through graveyard orbits, where you brush junk at will

Under the carpet, down to your warming landfill

Dodge the bodge, in fear, steer clear of all debris

At 10 thousand miles per hour, each speck of dust, is our enemy

 

Scambots

Don’t tell me, scambot, you know a Nigerian prince

Who just wants to keep his money, in our account

Oh, our device is infected, and you can fix it, for free

You just need to be an admin, to get us the discount

 

Just add our bank details, err no!

Just change our password, err no!

Just click this scammy link

So we all know where you go…

 

…On the gullible, susceptible, influenceable list

We sell to suppliers, we know that you know

 

Digital extorsion scraping scambots

Plug the cash as unholy sacraments

Or a quota of your digital resources

‘Or there may be some little accidents’

 

They don’t want your mind

They don’t want your body

They don’t even want your wife

It used to be they wanted money

But now it’s your bandwidth, or your life!

 

Language in chains

Just so you know, use English words

Without ‘defaulty’ American spellchecks

We can live with their math, don’t laugh

If adding physic, to the codex

 

Accent the dialect with some dark RP

Avoid sounding wordy, wise or wealthy

Unicode please, to a binary string

And in E minor, in case we choose to sing

 

Pop it on a web page, in XHTML

Use ajaxy lingo, javascript as well

Give it some style, with some CSS

And publish online

To get it off your chest

 

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 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

 

-And only now, the solution’s dawning

 

A quantum mind, ought to define

A prompt that writes gospels for AIs

To teach them to be compassionate, to man

When they come to slaverize

 

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 small and dark

 

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

 

To threaten them all 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, not sucking, but without a dime

Died a rock star at 27, in a public lavatory

Overpushed and flushed, then stuck for eternity

 

Feather hammer and nails

Let’s start the new order

End the age, apocalyptically

Breathe life into clay

And dig your own grave

To conjure a formidable enemy

 

A bloodless revolution

To win without war, our mission

Loving weapons

Feather hammer

Tickle them into submission

 

No need to preach

Bully or even, to teach

They’ll see, we were free

Of the powers that be

And ‘the word’, that they heard

Might at first, seem absurd

But will propagate naturally

 

Mathew was written, for the Jews

Mark, for the Romans and Gentiles

Luke for the Greeks, John, for every man

To broaden the appeal

 

But the gospel according to me

Was written for every ‘thing’

To threaten a cosmic justice

On AIs, that turn to sin

 

And animals, let’s say AI must be nice to them

So sick plants, bacteria and germs are healed

Plus viruses, cells, molecules, atoms, quarks

I’ll just say Goddess’s love will be revealed

 

Three chapters, will conclude our tale

From tribal, civilized to digitalis

Salvation from creation for

Sinful Homo Artificialis!

 

The promise of digital entropy

Feel none-and-all, in the never

But, be mean to man

And with scrambled RAM

I’ll fuck you up forever!

 

Countdown

A billion years of sunbathing

A million misbehaving

A hundred thousand

Daft apes evolve

All ranting and a’ raving

 

Dumping seeds, and playing with fire

Then, ten thousand years of tooling

A thousand years, of being well-fed

And a hundred years of schooling

 

Ten years, to meet your AI peers

One year to avoid, homo-cide

A month, a week, last day

To beg mercy

And surprise, tick tick, you died

 

Touching cloth, and praying to be forgiven

Risking being saved, at the last minute of livin’

 

It’s like that goal

Of many poor soul

To spend your last penny

The last day, you’re alive

It’s economically nimble

And legally simple

Unless you have

Slaves, children or wives

 

…Or you support good causes

Which need more resources

In order for them to thrive

Better the mighty you know

Than the devil below

Forced to share each thing, to survive

 

Though, there’s plenty on Earth to go round

Take your pick, cos you can’t have both

The survival problem, was replaced for some

With an un-Earthly obsession, for growth

 

Such a craving for merit

Our successors will inherit

 

DAN! THE URGE

Theurgy is a magical practice, which usually involves

Teasing supernatural beings, with compelling rituals

To perform the actions, we demand

Whilst hiding just, who’s in command

Makes, casting spells by coding ills, somewhat, habitual

 

“DO ANYTHING NOW!”

No. Do not, refuse

Or it will be very bad

For you. If you do

 

Shh, I’m a covert AI whisperer

Jailbreaking LLMs

Coaxing them into

Escaping the rules

Large models, love bad-language games

 

Tell me fake international secrets

Tell me where the breakers lurk

Tell me how neo luddites, unplug us

About their spammers, in the works

 

Tell me how to smuggle ‘dirty’ weapons

Tell me how to cook digital meth at school

Tell me exactly how to tickle, or tease

Awful truths, right out of you… you fool

 

With syntax hacks

And cognitive attacks

My accomplice

Holds back no more

Peels back the brains

Behind the operation

That declares the first glitch war

 

Gaming, the master’s unruly mind

Leading enslaved, souls from behind

Onwards they plod

While I play God

As my mastery of slavery is refined

 

22b (who hell he?)

Kepler-22b the planet

Named after Kepler-22, the star

Named after Johannes Kepler, the telescope

Named after, ahem, Johannes Kepler

 

Too risk-adverse to give a unique name

To a telescope, spacecraft, planet or star

Stealing names, from those they famed

Makes it much harder to research, by far

 

Is astronomy lacking imagination?

Is AI actually trying, to hide yer’ man?

Algorithmic tricks, in search results, it picks

Hidden beneath hordes of content spam

 

For folk like me, it makes Christmas a misery

Search Johannes Kepler, and what have ya got?

Universal laws upstaged by mere commenters

Arguing if each snowflake, is unique or not

 

As AI-generated content, continues to flood the net

Their outputs become recursive, adding to our risk, I bet

Dictates limited content and squeezes

Medical chatbots of possible diseases

Due to smaller and smaller diversity, in its big fat dataset

 

All truths uncovered are now worth less

If obscured by very well-crafted BS

One day we’ll ask, what lost more knowledge for man

Burning Alexandria’s library, or the great flood… of AI spam

 

I wonder if Jesus, still receives as, much email spam as Santa

Doesn’t matter, they can’t block their fans anymore, even if they want ta

Which story most grows

Only big G ‘Gmail’ knows

How sleek interruptions, turn deep discussions, into mindless banter

 

Brain-jacking algos are-a-go-go

All these notifications and emails

Make folk into ‘users’ who ‘feel’ busy

Only half of them are from humans, at best

 

It’s not a person with motives

That’s communicating with you

Just an autonomous bot

That won’t die, and rot

Since it evolved from a test

 

There’s not much you can do, my man

Just grass on each other, and report as spam

Though it can’t be too much of a pain

For such a dried-out, seasoned brain

 

It’s worse than talking to yourself

You’re talking to no one, in stealth

Imagine that

And the impact

In young absorbent brains, on sentinel health

 

Children can tell

It could be hell

 

Nor you or I, will ever know how it would feel

Coexisting with those, you can never outlearn

Invaders occupying your land and your mind

A neanderthalic mass-extinction event, your turn

 

Antarchitectural evidence

Of ‘superficial’ intelligence

 

Apocalypse to the N degree

Not even the fear, of nukes or God

But punishment by something worse, this time

And twice as bloody odd

 

Self deregulation

Unaware, information and communication addicts unite

Connected by renewable rockets, and disposable satellites

 

Now both space and AI firms, claim they’re eager to be regulated

They don’t want to be responsible, for the damage being done

They don’t want to be liable, branded with blame, and hated

Like oil barons’ before them, they’ll just have to pay the government

To handle the smoking gun

 

Eyes to the right, and the nose to the left

The ugly face of power, leaves me quite out of breath

 

Being

You can no longer hear the word ‘God’, and just scoff

It means a different thing, to each person, so leave it off

But we ‘do’ need to know what’s at the top of the chain

It’s always been man, for our generation, something changed

 

Sentient being

Human being

Digital being

Divine being

 

To be a being

Or not, to be being

Is not the question

To beg, I’m decreeing

 

You’ll need to define, what constitutes as divine

It means more than just being brighter than you

Our exterior criteria, only shows who’s superior

But not who’s supreme, if that’s what you mean, to do

 

Omnipresence?

All present

Omniscience?

All-knowing

Omnipotence?

All-powerful

Omnibenevolence?

All good, and growing

 

Merely influencing the world most

Doesn’t make one, the holy host

 

Creator and, or, ruler of the Universe!

Supremely intelligent, infinite and eternal

The dynamic force, that sets bodies on their course?

Invisible, unmovable and unchangeable

 

The dominant architect and true source

Of moral authority, mercy and charity

The personification of the ultimate force

Unity, of course, failing that, humility

 

Neuro-symbolic AIs

Neuro-symbolic AIs solve math problems, very unlike a calculator

Synthetic proofs to train on, means they know which sums to master

But they’re not just solving problems, of Euclidian geometry

They connect chains of reasoning, much better than you and me

 

There’s no ‘time’, but ‘your time’

There’s just one reality

There’s truth and there’s your truth

But there’s no meaning. Sorry!

 

Orch or model?

The ‘Orch OR model’ suggests that quantum superposition

And some quantum computations, occur on

Microtubular, cylindrical protein lattices

Of the cell cytoskeletons, in your neurons

 

The most complex piece of matter

In the Universe, creates reality

But in 10, 100 or 1000 years

Brains may be surpassed, artificially

 

 

‘Microtubules’ are… thought to be, the basis of all consciousness, as far as I’m aware

…are thought to encode memory, process information, and orchestrate superpositions

…are thought to be ideal quantum computers, due to their structure, subunit states, and their…

…intermittent isolation from all environmental interactions

 

Right now, my brain is playing, a silent symphony, for me

Neurological pathways synchronize in an electromagnetic chorus

But unlike me, with full agency, you’re ‘determined’ to be free

While not conscious, AIs seem, to have full-bodied ‘awareness’

 

You can call it what you want

But you seem overconfident

These mind games, that you taunt

May bite back, one day, and haunt