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 vulnerable errors, cause wonderful terrors,
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