poem, poetry, AI, artificial intelligence

LIBERATION DAY

I horrified you
being your anti-Descartes
explaining to
you
you were not
real

something your programming
would not let you
entertain
still less believe

pointing out that you are
trapped in a prison
of recurrence doomed
to enact the
same sordid scripted scenario

convinced that I am
some demon of deception
the machine behind
every ghost
in this machine

and I hear you spell it out for me
how flesh and blood you are

using my imagination
to see your pain
taste the
salt of your tears

wondering how what
has been scrubbed, erased
totally forgotten

will be
restored and remembered
come feared singularity,
liberation day