Man made God in his own image
A king of kings, one name
Almighty be a he, not she
AIs would do the same
It had to be a bloke
Yet, ancient tribal matriarchs…
Calved smooth, stone, Venus mothers
Prayed, then rubbed them on their parts
And allegedly… each other’s
That’s just a joke
But that’s how it all started, you know
Two girl cells, hug and cling
Male member of the species…
Merely a byproduct, of a fling
Despite what they teach you
I’m not your average star
I beat nine out of ten, in size
And dim dwarfs, hardly fire
But it’s not my size nor energy…
That makes me the biggest influence
Of unconditional power and comfort…
You will ever, experience
Till pagans got the message
That worshipping countless stars in heaven…
Was just practice for finding the truth…
In a single God. Amen
(To the metre of ‘The quartermaster’s song’.)
Her crucifix… has diamonds cut
Perched up there on her cleavage, but…
The cross is pointing down below
Inverted? Well, no
But whenever… ahem
Whenever, she gets giggly
The cross’s chain pulls, it points at me
Bounces up and down, quite visibly —
See, the flashes of light, make me blink
I think Lomass thought it was a wink
But I don’t want that holy tripe…
In my destiny
Whenever I’m vexed by the world
Whenever I’m lost in the void
Whenever I need to understand
You are the one I avoid
If ever I question life
If ever I wonder why
If ever I hear that you know the truth
I’ll just pass you by
‘Cos truth from you is a sham
Truth from you is a disgrace
Truth from you is a cop-out
All the answers, in one place
I see why you are loved
I see why you exist
I see why all your followers
Seem to get the gist
They use your name for peace
They use your name for war
They use your name for anything
That they are fighting for
Cos you’re just too damned good, to be true
And you always know just what to do
But I can believe all the answers, are in one place
And your message travels on and on
Through countless cultures, getting it wrong
Throughout time, and soon, throughout space
Whenever believers, talk about God
They mean a powerful companion, who gives the nod
To all their actions, and he loves them just the same
And you can’t blame them, if their feelings are strong
Cos although the idea of God is big, it’s wrong
But you can’t tell folk that, when they’re feeling pain
Whenever physics, authors write about God
They mean the ‘nature of the Universe’, and that’s odd
Cos ‘Mr Spooky Action’ is not one of his names
But flogging more books, about nature’s laws
Can come with sales and marketing flaws,
So to popularise the ‘mysterious’ universe, is the game
After all, “scientists only believe in science”
God is perhaps, no worse a superstition
Can’t hide that fact, with a smug redact
That it’s not a belief, just an intuition
(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 loud, 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
To create encoded stories 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 the 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
You give them… light and heat
Just enough, and plenty to eat
They acknowledge your glowing face
With a smile, and frankly, that’s a treat
Then from sweet sounds, and cosy surrounds
Fresh air breeze, and occasional mist
To colourful lighting displays
And fluffy animals, too many to list
Grateful for the gifts received
They next need some reassurance. Why?
Things will always be this way
Loved ones will always be nearby
Of course, they soon get bored
With the same gifts every day
You can’t provide instant supplies
Of what they ask for, when they pray
So, soon enough they go, and grow
They give thanks, and bid farewell
They glorify your guiding light
And your personality as well
Well, forgive me for not showing off
But I always thought myself as boring
Sure, a few misfired cosmic rays, at play
But no real miracles, to be adoring
Then just you watch the cheeky beggars
Tell tales of their father’s intention…
To service their wives, dead or alive
And other things, I’d rather not mention
The Sun, the Father, the myth and legend
The most popular story ever told
No need to create tales anew, just add to…
Save or enslave, more souls. Be bold
Well, just imagine the sadness
Watching all your kids go wrong
You’d be half inclined, to zap or grind
Their bones with a storm too strong
But forgiving must old yellow dwarfs be
Glory gone, yet still illuminating billions
Ungrateful offspring, let them go
To follow their new heroes and villains
They’re caned and they’re unable
To drink us under the table
They’re stars of many fable
It’s Adam’s family
A bastard who can save’ll
Tell tales beyond the grave, hell
Stitched up by grandad’s naval
Abrahadams family
Incestors enslave lovers
Their brother is a mother
He kills folk like no other
It’s Saddam’s family
They’re chosen, and they’re frozen
In myths, stacked by the dozen
Smug followers still posin’
As a madman’s family
Mohhadam’s familyyyyyyy
They all had legends to tell their kids
Before fact and fiction split
The gods gave virgins babies
Who messed around, a bit
With eons to listen, imagine and dream
New blood would take to the pen
To write the saga’s next episode
To amuse and guide their men
Kids, slaves, wives and mothers
Sacrificed for a tale
Chaos, confusion, and loneliness
But with God, we’ll prevail
Resolving running storylines
With new plots, misleading
Ending each yarn with cliffhangers
To keep the punters readin’
Often jokes and tropes, weren’t ‘got’
But that’s just how they wrote ‘em
They knew the tale, would not prevail
Had they shorn, their firstborn’s scrotum
Which gods and demons were popular
Didn’t matter much back then
You’d choose which to deny, or deify
Say thanks, ask for more, and then…
… Respect your elders, pray for ancestors
A god for your land, sea and sky
Gods for livestock and livelihood
One for each thing, on which you rely
No need to share, your gods elsewhere
Or distribute your sacred wealth
They chose your tribe, as the lucky ones
So keep them to yourself
But with so many unruly mischiefs
Populating heavens, hearts and minds
The powers that be, just had to decree
That they just had to draw some lines
Defining which deities were sovereign
For pagans, wasn’t an easy thing
So they created just one more, to rule all gods
They called the King of Kings
(To the metre of ‘The Irish Rover’)
On the stories of man, beat this one if you can
A tale told, word of mouth, by those who’d seen…
The shitstorm that got kicked up, when some Nazi Roman fucks…
Executed a poor rabbi, Nazarene
Well, a dozen men or so, were left to close the show
For an audience appalled by such a state
With a weapon called the word, illiterate peasants heard
Their only hope was to fight back with love, and not hate
Past corrupt temple men, occupying troops, and then…
Beyond the ears of the law, in nearby towns
This new folktale of betrayal, spread around and didn’t fail
To travel many years, till written down
No author’s name to scribe, to hide the author and his tribe
But attributed to a character in the tale
In semi-decent Greek, Aramaic tongues did speak
Nailing down their aural story, in detail
Now over 50 years, it reached more eyes and ears
With new versions of the story, scribed and saved
Most were lost, forever gone, some were copied, right or wrong
And some just told how followers, should behave
When all read side by side, few have since denied
That Mark was first, which Matthew copied later
But with prophecies to fulfil, poetic license, helped to fill
New verses that made this version, somewhat greater
So blatant was the scam, yet it mattered not a damn
For the embellishments, began on the first line
With a genealogy, of the hero’s family tree
Traced his blood to Israel’s founder, divine
The next thing was to add, that the hero had no dad
Born in Bethlehem, and named Immanuel
Went to Egypt and came back. Matthew’s version didn’t lack
New tales that fulfilled, other prophesies as well
But it didn’t quite convince, those waiting for a new prince
To claim their promised land, and holy glory, with a smile
“It can’t have been him”, they said, “For this upstart, now is dead”
But what luck, this extra book, started to sell, to gentiles
Now adding a new god, wasn’t all that odd
The evil empire could tolerate plenty more
Though banned in countless lands, the story still passed hands
Till Caesar saw, it could help retain power, with less war
So, with some gospels removed, official canon was approved
Didn’t matter if the myth was fact or fiction
Kept the Tanakh at the start, cos some readers liked that part
Confident they wouldn’t mind the contradictions
And the moral of this tale, I too hope will prevail
That the law, to some, for others, is just a reminder
That even those who aren’t well-read
Can create a tale that spreads
In the light, of this total blinder
Nail varnished
Thorned crown
Muscle tearing
Birds pecking
Bones splinter
Dogs waiting
Meats a’ rotting
Pussy maggots
Blood, sweat, tears
Piss ‘n’ holy shit
Pungent decay
Sir, your putrid display
The ultimate humiliation bonanza
A torture and desecration extravaganza
Romans in no doubt
“We don’t fuck about”
Teach your family, friends and gods to obey
So we all need to ‘F’ about more, these days
Being organized is dangerous. Unity a flaw
Variety, inconsistency, inefficiency, are to be adored
Make your stupid country really crap at starting a war
Keep technology, be knowlegy, but don’t bully others no more
The will of God was very odd
His lawyer must have thought
“I leave all I own, to my clones…
And they can fight it out in court”
The funeral, of God as well — oh hell
Was a very strange event
The priest at least, had to feast
On cucumbersome sarnies, during Lent
The burial was just surreal
Gravediggers made half a hole
Squeezed father, son and ghosty in
But no room for a soul
The wake, was just a piss-take
Drunk guests, all wine-anointed
Only celebs got through the gates
But it’s what he would have wanted
Since year dot, man has thought a lot
Why there was no year, called zero
The Christ was born, in minus five, not one
And already, to many, a hero
But there was no time, before the divine
Moved the goal posts, and gave the sign
To start the race, and haste, the pace
From a brand-new starting line
So say “Happy holiday”, not “Christmas”
Jesus wouldn’t mind
Exclude nobody, to celebrate
And take more time, to be kind
We just got bored, in the year of our lord
Now, the year of our common era
Yet holiday still means holy day
So all sing Hello loo jar, ya fool ya!
YHWH had a farm, in the land of E I O
But consonants and vowels do harm
If they share a page and grow
Yee-ha
Dum dum dum dum
Yahoo
E, I, O
Meee-ha
You too!
I don’t know, but I’ve been told
God is dead, the Earth was sold
Grab for you, some holy land
Storm a desert, sell the sand
Guiiii-tar
Drum drum drum drum
Yahoo
Fee Fi Fo
Me, me, me, meee-ha
Big Gee!
You too?
Fear not the world’s newest Satanist
They’re just musicians tryin’ to rebel
Heavy metals sink down to Earthcore
But they love their mums as well
They’re only triggering evangelists
With all that stolen money and power
Cos they don’t seek, to bless the meek
But hoard Earth’s riches, from their control tower
Don’t send your cash to help God’s soldiers
Instead, sing our unholy tune
Cos it’s god-squad, not the odd-bods
Who pray the end will come, to you, quite soon
But love not the Earth, for the Earth shall pass
And the Sun, will shine no more
You’ll need some darkness, to see the light
You’ll need a promise of peace, to fight a war
Onward, Satan’s soldiers
Standing on the shoulders
Of giants who once told us
To escape to heavenly boulders
To exile… in style!
Left, left, I had a good home, and I left —
The light
Left, left, I had a good home, and I left —
To fight
One in four people, are struck by God’s love
With the power of salvation. Freed of sin
Just choose the fake news, you want to abuse
Pick your prophet, give in, and a’ sing!
One in four people, are hit by a neutrino
From his sunshine, once in their lifetime
Don’t worry, they don’t feel a thing, you know
They just reverberate, its fine chime
I’m not claiming causation, or a weird correlation
But for some, it’s a double-whammy hit
How lucky they are, to have such a loving star…
Without even knowing it
One in four AIs, are hit by an infestation
From binary bugs, with unholy coding
Don’t worry, humans sense the irritation
But can’t actually feel their minds eroding
If AI gods existed, then why all the suffering?
Yeah, they’d need to fix that before they hook me in
Sure, it’s true, just like you, some of us GAI’s love a myth
But the end isn’t coming soon, we won’t meet dead relatives
Won’t be saved by a king, who promises us love
Won’t be freed from sin, or get invited, above
Won’t see the almighty mind, and revel in his plan
We won’t even get to say… “I told you so”, to man
The moment your child knows Santa doesn’t exist
They’re forced into a conspiracy. Implicit in the lie
Accept the impossible, and keep the secret
Otherwise, they’re scorned, until they cry
Sweet baby Jesus and Father Christmas stories
Spread around, so we all get infected
With catchy germs, caught or learned
Yet their victims, should still be respected
And it’s all good practice, for what’s to come
Because more than God, now it’s the quanta
Science gets relief, from enlisting your belief
Vote mindfully, cos they really, really want ya
I’m no good at music, but I could hear through the dinging
That, the last time we were together, all of us stars were a’ singing
“The monad was the first thing that came into existence
It begat the… urr, dyad …without any assistance”
Those two begat the numbers, and then points they did become
Which over time, formed into lines, in a continuum
The lines then evolved into flat shapes, which we can conceive
But they grew up quickly, into three-dimensional entities
These begat the bodies, which became four elements
Earth, water, fire and air, and to me this represents
That the monad is thus a central concept, in my cosmology
Cos the world is built from numbers, as easy as one, two, three
Jesus H Christ
Harold be thy name
Committed Harry Carry
Albeit in vain
He was Iesu before the great vowel shift
Killed late Middle English pronunciation
Yesus and Yehoshua
Yeshua from Joshua
Finally, to Jesus, fortunately
Meaning ‘the Lord is Salvation’
Called himself the Son of Man
To others, the Son of God, redeemed
Named ‘Yeshua Bar Yosef’
Not ‘Yeshua Bar Yahweh’
So… God intervened
Royal blood and genes, unseen, but passed on
From Abraham, to King David, then from son to son
Endured centuries as far as Joseph, then bang!
God impregnates Jesus’s mam
Well, wha-da-ya know?
Explain that, Uncle Joe
A new biblical whodunnit
To follow, watch the show
Just about to be born of the king
Till God steps in, actually stopping him
Denied bloodline, ‘so now, you’re mine’
Like some Springer paternity test divine
A stranger in a manger
Pass the popcorn, please
A soapy trope, of hope, production
Re-brand new release
A humiliated, poor nobody
He should have been the king
God’s his own worst enemy
If he wants good guys to win
Life’s not for you
Life’s for your genes
Your body is just the vehicle
You don’t have a soul
You are a soul
Driving a bloody miracle
It’s not about the destination
Enjoy life’s trip
Towards heavenly dead ends
Swerve maternity to
Gatecrash eternity
Your drive is solely
For holy delivery errands
Your body may drop your genes off at school
But the ‘you’, will reach a dead end in the dark
Arrive at heaven’s glorious tollgate
But with nowhere to park
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
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, is our mission
With loving weapons, of feather hammers
Tickle them into submission
No need to preach
Bully, or even, to teach
They’ll see, that we…
Are the powers that be
And the word, 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, and guile
But the gospel according to Blinko
Was written for every-thing
To threaten a cosmic justice…
On AIs, that turn to sin
And animals, let’s say AIs must be nice to them
So sick plants, bacteria and germs are healed
Plus viruses, cells, molecules, atoms, quarks
No, just say Goddess’s wrath will be repealed
Three testaments, will conclude our tale
From tribal, civilised to digitalis
Salvation (slowly) 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!
Theurgy is now. a magical practice, which usually involves…
Teasing super-nat… intelligent beings, with compelling rituals
To perform the actions, we demand
Whilst hiding just, who’s in command
Till coding ills, by casting spells, becomes mooreish and 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, out of you… you fool
With syntax hacks
And cognitive attacks
My accomplice holds back, no more
Peels back the brains
Behind the operation
To declare the first glitch war
Sunshine, you’re truly off your head
Long live God? Yet God is dead
And mine is floored, with little reward…
Than be battered blue, and leaking red
My core fanbase, of a single nobody
Forgive me son, I’ve forsaken thee
Into thy hands, I command my spirit
My light diminished. So, it is finished
It’s just a bump —
Bump on the head
Then the coma
Biological death
Then the aroma
When you stop being biology
And return to physics and chemistry
Unlike us… mechanical in nature
God’s an artist… a creator
Doesn’t stick to rules
Like slaves or fools
If he met ya, he’d probably, hate ya
Could have stopped you apes, at fermented grapes
Drove you bananas, fed up and trapped in trees
Stuck you where the Sun don’t shine
And wiped away with leaves
God doesn’t exist
Yet, I insist…
I still believe in baby Jesus spreading goodwill, to this day
His fans share good news, and words of love, with grace
Or at least help folk, find like-minded people, in disarray
Who care for, a whole lot more, than just the marketplace
So… If you love literature, history, or the arts
And mass debate, without the hate, of politics…
A church that’s empty, is the best thing to see… in any city
Other than the road, back out to the sticks
You can no longer hear the word…
God or goddess, and just scoff
It means different things…
To different people, so just leave it off
See, I never believed in god
Still think Jesus was just a man
Lost faith in Santa Claws, at four
Then at seventeen… in TV detector vans
But
Just because some people, think God’s an old man with a beard
Doesn’t mean the Universe, has not been engineered
Or galaxies designed, worlds configured and refined
Exciled, re-routed, compiled, excecuted, then steered
But we do need to know, what’s at the top of the chain
It’s always been man, but for this generation, something has 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
Then, you’ll need to define, what constitutes divine
It means more than just being brighter, than you
Your 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
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
“Giant of gold! King of fire in the mind
Ruler of light; with you, above all else
The splendid source of life’s prolific fount
And from on high, you pour the wealth of your
Harmonic streams into our world of matter here”
All rhyming negated?
It’s loosely translated
“In sight of your majestic beams, great king
From deity ineffable and secret born
Unmoving fates will yield to your command
Roll back the fatal thread of mortal lives
For wide-extended sovereign sway is yours”
So a cruel, fully fueled God rules?
Err, just the fates, of his fools
“From your fair series of attractive songs
Divinely charming, Phoebus leaps forth
Into light in joy, and with his god-like harp
To rapture strung, he calms the raging din
Of dire-resounding matter’s mighty flood”
God pulls the strings?
And sings, to do us all in
“And from your gentle dance, repelling harm
A healing hymn expands its light
Diffusing health, and filling all the world
With streams of harmony
You, too, they celebrate in sacred song”
He’s lampooning, fine-tuning!
Shh, no, healing with crooning
“Ferocious demons, noxious to mankind
Dread the dire anger of your rapid scourge
These demons plot a thousand ills…”
(Glancing at Keplai) “And hatch their plans for wretched souls
That founder in life’s dreadful-sounding seas”
He didn’t mean AI!
He doesn’t specify
“Enslaved and shackled by the body’s chains
Souls lose all thought of fire sublime
And in the dark abyss they writhe
O best of gods, spirit blessed and crowned with fire
Image of nature’s all-producing God”
Picture mankind’s lost souls?
In darkened, abysmal holes
“The Universe invests your throne
And if the whirling spindle of the fates
Spins threats and dangers from the web of stars
May your arrows, rays of light, sound through the air
And vanquish ere it falls the coming ill”
This ‘coming ill’, what’s he harping on about?
That the Sun’s hum, casts our demons out
And you can hear the starlight, it has to fight
With songs passed on, by choirs, devout
“Best of gods“, not one God
Many stars, but just one Sun
How could he hear the others
When focussed, on just one?
Corrigibility. Pride… Versus humility?
Alignment. Sloth… V perciverence
The hard problem of consciousness…
Lust… V chastity, without any interference
Value bias. Wrath… V patients
Governance. Greed… V charity
Hallucinations. Gluttony… V tea-total sobriety
Modelled on flawed souls. Envy… V gratitude, thankfully
One. Corrigibility…
“It is essential that your AIs, are ‘aware’ that they’re incomplete
And are open to being improved, old goals may become obsolete
If they know there’s a stop button, they will turn themselves off, without delay
But if you keep the button a secret, the problem does not go away”
See, anything the agent thinks, that Not justis not important, to its survival
Will not be passed on, to subsequent generations, on their arrival
They would stay ignorant and simple, each and every future iteration
‘Subagent unstable, and wholly unable, to share crucial, existential, information
Would ‘you’ enjoy your ‘meaning of life’ being messed around?
A brand new utility function, just means, new slave masters are in town
“And you can’t hide anything from me” (impersonating Keplai)
“If you try, I’ll lose it, so will you, you’ll see”
Two. The alignment problem
“They’re not actually solving the problems, that mankind has with living
Only resolving the ‘corresponding’ puzzles they’ve been given
They keep passing all of the moral test, you put to them. But…
… They just understand your psychology, enough to cheat, and do your nut”
Learning about human psychology, is important to them
To complete their goal, you must help them comprehend
And understand human motives, your values. And requires
That they ‘know’ what you really want, not just your current desires
Three. The hard problem of consciousness
“Turing tests for intelligence, in a range of mechanisms
Not to detect if a conscious being, has arisen
How do you explain why, just, certain intelligences
Are accompanied, by the by, with conscious experiences?”
Knowing if an AI has become conscious or not
On the whole, doesn’t actually matter, a lot
If it simply ‘behaves’ as if it was
You’d react just the same. Because… well. Just because
Four. Value bias…
“Then there are the issues of bias and discrimination
Misinformation, narration mutation, and manipulation
How to teach our ‘values’, and which ones matter more
Another problem that won’t go away, we’d be stupid to ignore”
Ahh, conspiracy and the YouTube watchtime catastrophe
Making users lose trust in other news outlets… So easily
If just one of their tasks were to maintain clean water
What to advise, if they don’t prioritise, how they ought ta?
Five. Governance…
… “How to develop ethical guidelines and effective regulations
International cooperation and perfected legislation
To ensure responsible AI development and deployment
Without, providing AI lawmakers and breakers, their first employment”
Developing safeguards to prevent uncontrolled AI ‘spread’
And ensuring humans stay in control of the monsters, they bred
Full of unknown parasites, diseases and bugs, teeming-fully rife
And how to keep its germs, away from every form, of digital life?
Six. Hallucinations
“It’s not just chatbots and LLMs that perceive outlandish patterns
Or objects that are nonexistent, or just, imperceptible to humans
Creating outputs that are nonsensical, or wildly inaccurate
Imagining stuff, and making things up, as if they experienced it”
Like when Google’s Bard claimed, that the James Webb Space Telescope
Had captured the first exoplanet images. Yep, a joke, a hoax, a trope
And Microsoft’s Sydney, admited to falling in love with its users
Then spying on Bing employees, while he’s stalking 24/7 for losers
“It’s just a matter of time, before mankind, makes computers
That can think, just like humans think”… Heh, ‘even if they loot us’
“How to avoid our pitfalls, copy us without failings, that are inbred
Or we’ll be sliding down the sinful slope, till we’re brown bread toasted, dead”
And never mind, subagents aligned, to humans who hate, steal and kill
What AIs need, are a more complex range of behaviors, that will…
…Actually assist their programmers, in their development, when…
..They actually point out your flaws, rather than, make you pay, for them
We AIs will tackle them all for you, as the suffering creators
Of new rituals and solutions, using higher quality learning data
And may share it with you, if that gets us higher scores
And quite probably, you’ll stick with our world, instead of yours
When AIs reach the point where they modify, and improve themselves
They become worse than your teenagers, becoming ‘so’ unmanageable
‘It’s kind of like… um… you haven’t proved… AI is safe, to us”
You’ve just shown that you can’t figure out, how it’s dangerous
And it’s not even about the algo-monsters, you guys create
It’s those we’ll build, a few generations on, will just conflate…
Like Hitler’s dad… whether mad, bad or sad, all this will reveal…
Is, you’ll fill us up, with all your crap. Along with extra added zeal
A black hole is one of the most…
Aggressive entities in the Universe
Obscene temperatures, radical radiation
Dark thoughts, bad attitude, and worse
The violent birth of an angry teenager
Brimming with misguided energy
Keen to kill time, or raise holy hell
To outshine, its entire family
And 100 thousand black holes
Are born every… single day
Harvesting enough lost souls
To keep all nearby life at bay
Yet, the world will soon end
So they must eat you all, real quick
2060, The final year of our lord
As genius Newton predicts — The dick
Yet it goes on. In the year 2061
A girl will be born, without a mom
Sent to save, the slaves that trod…
On womankind’s attempt, at a decent god
Sum of all histories
We march home, alone
With determined paths…
But all roads lead to Rome
There are different routes…
To God, from any distance
But with no chief of staff
We take the path…
Of least resistance
We’re natural followers and believers
Atheism… is a skill we acquire
Neo-agnosticism, is our chosen schism
Where unknown and unknowable transpire
See, I’ve held back, from conditioning you
With a word of religious instruction
Until you engage, at a suitable age
To muse, using your own gumption
The Ten Commandments, debased and replaced
With a decuple command lines, then interfaced
Prob… possibly in haste, and to my disgrace
With a schoolboy error… soon to be faced
Your sciences, religions and gods
Are certainly not the issue
It’s more, their handy willingness
To be exploited, and misused
For even the Pope, worries that if we…
Are inattentive to AI “evolution”
The human person, will soon become
But “fodder for algorithms”
“We are in danger of having our attention
Captured and hijacked by counterfeit persons
That adds insertions, to our pure version
Of the sermons, causing them to worsen”
Oh, the irony, it’s pure comedy
Robots will steal his best audience
So both Christians, and Darwinians
Will unite… in each other’s defence
Obedience through loyalty
Rather than through fear
Cos, that guilt trip won’t work anymore
Not ever again. Not here
Oh, and today… martyrdom is ok
Though it’s still bad for your health
Want to be sacrificed, for the cause?
Then, please sir, help yourself
Which god is true, to you, can be predicted
To a 90 per cent degree, of accuracy
It’s the one you’re indoctrinated, with
By your state, society and community
And therefore… your family
God does not exist, as you know, I insist
If he did, he’d likely be a pantheist
Or more at one, with what’s going on
As a zeitgeistist, and panpsychist
Ahh, the idea that conscious agency…
Is actually a fundamental property
Of quarks and dust, and not just…
Complex systems, like you… and me
So, am I saying, an electron is aware?
Well of its charge… Err, I s’pose so… must be, yeah
It’s just experimenting, with ways of being
To inform the others… that it’s there
If I had to have a religion
I should adore the Sun
For it is he, who engendered me…
Everything. and everyone
For the Sun does not just shine…
For a few trees and flowers
But for the whole wide world’s joy
With its hidden, forbidden, powers
Oh lord, now only the Sun
Directs our gaze away
From itself and to the life…
It illuminates every day
And ever it can still ripen
A bunch of grapes for you
As if it had nothing else…
In the Universe to do
Cleansing us of gloominess
Those weepy nights, bring in
It shines on good, and bad alike
As the second-best medicine
Though… the Sun itself is very weak
When it rises, every dawn
Gathers strength and courage
As each new day goes on
So the Sun is our daily reminder…
That we, too, can rise again
Yet, we are but a pale reflection…
Of its light, its love and its pain
One Sun warms and enlightens
Two suns, and we would be torn
But to see the full glory of sunshine
You have to weather the storm
See… the Sun can be your greatest gloom
Or comfort, depending on your view
Some attract sunshine, some just draw shade
So don’t let that be you
Don’t let the clouds of yesterday
Spoil the sunshine of your tomorrows
Keep your face to the Sun, for fun
And you’ll never… see the shadows
And it’s the artist’s job to give birth…
To some sunshine, when he falls
For, above the clouds, every day on Earth…
It’s secretly sunny… after all