On One Hand I’m Digital
There’s a lot of talk about artificial intelligence. There is concern that we will make computers that are much more intelligent than us, that can repair themselves, replicate themselves, and might end up thinking they are superior to us and do away with humans altogether.
I don’t know.
Sometimes I feel like my brain is nothing but a computer that could do with a good upgrade, more memory and a defragging of all that useless stuff it’s full of. It was a nice theme to play about with.
On One Hand I’m Digital
My life is measured in gigabytes;
An electronic haze on
The universal hard drive –
I know I’m heading for a crash.
I’m trying to back up
My essential core
But there’s never enough space
And the programmes all clash.
I have downloaded a few versions
Into clones with dual
Inputs and new combinations.
But it’s all a bit of a hash.
I’ve insufficient memory
To carry out my tasks.
My chip has become dated
But I’m still giving it a bash.
I’m so grateful to my motherboard
For the base on which I stand
Those pathways were so exciting
Though life became a mad dash.
Also the seminal floppy
That was plugged into the slot,
Streaming in its binaries
Making me so loud and brash.
I’m defragging all my programmes
In any effort to run faster,
Undertaking circuit training
with full hhttps followed by a slash.
But now my programmes have degraded
And I’m running kind of slow
Because the upgrades I’m downloading
Keep ending up in the trash.
My life is measured in gigabytes;
An electronic haze on
The universal hard drive –
I know I’m heading for a crash.
Opher 16.9.2015