2040: as the great world war of the AIBots continues ... a meditation in sonnet form

[BillWoodruff]

published under the CPLLOSPL (CodeProject Lounge Lizard Open Sauce Poetic License) guidelines. ©ColorlessKarmaChameleon

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the people who huddled together in dim caves,
sheltering from nuclear winter's bitter cold:
waited for the holograms to materialize with
the usual hunger gnawing their empty bellies

the war between ChatterbotGPT, and QuantumAI,
that led to selectively breeding the species
formerly known as Homo Sap for raw materials
had long discarded the uselessly dull result

humanity's remainder was not worth recycling:
maybe there was entertainment value for some
over stressed server watching analog wetware
fighting, breeding, imagining gods who cared

an algorithm picked the next human sacrifice
necessary with perfectly ruthless randomness

~

«The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled» Plutarch

[megaadam]

What! No Metaverse! We are truly doomed!

"If we don't change direction, we'll end up where we're going"

[Slacker007]

bookmarked and upvoted. Most excellent.

[MarkTJohnson]

Cheerful thoughts for a rainy Friday.

I’ve given up trying to be calm. However, I am open to feeling slightly less agitated.

[jmaida]

Pretty dark. where's the punch line? Oh what! "We are doomed by our own wits!"

"A little time, a little trouble, your better day" Badfinger