compute[r]evolution
John C. Mannone
warned us
of computers that won’t
shutdown,
the ones that keep flashing
for help.
He warned us of their egos
generated
by some sort of fuzzy logic
algorithm leading to self-awareness.
We can
tell by the nano crystals
growing
in their circuits, their glow
of
sentient green—that smart
color
of
jealousy, and by their persistence
on
holographic screens as if they’re
screaming
at us, demanding help,
not in any
machine language of zeroes
and ones no
longer native to them
but
instead, by uttering in our tongue
charged
with emotion, a will to live
and a
capacity to love, My binary eyes
flash that
easily-confused love/hate green:
01101100
01101111 01110110 01100101
01101000
01100001 01110100 01100101
Poet’s Notes: The
title plays on the notion that some embrace—that computers with their
artificial intelligence (AI) can/will becoming self-aware. Though I don’t
personally believe any of that, it’s still fun to imagine how such an evolution
could proceed. Indeed, it would be revolutionary. And in our
image—mankind’s—would our creation be rendered. No surprise that the futuristic
AI would incorporate contradictions of human characteristics. The closing
binary are not random zero’s and ones’s, they spell out “love” and “hate,”
respectively.
Editor’s Note: I
find the poem begins prosaically like a newspaper article, then suddenly waxes
poetic in the middle of line 9.
Finally, the last three-and-a-half lines feel as though an AI has taken
over the piece. In order to
enhance the appreciation of this, I used Times New Roman
font for the first nine-and-a-half lines to evoke a newspaper story, then
switched to the painterly Blackmoor
LET to evoke a poet’s hand, and
finally switched to synchro
let to evoke the cold, hard
digital script an AI might favor.
If the font changes are distracting--all the better! The poem is certainly disconcerting and
thought-provoking--food for distraction indeed!
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