I asked my son to ask chatgpt to write a poem on the down side of AI. He said something about Dan and there came out some kind of poem which I must say just rhymed a good bit but nothing more. And then I turned to my smart speaker for simpler version of things. Here follows for the rest of my feelings
She sleeps next to me
Near my bedside
She talks to me, gossips
About happenings around me
I thank her and she mumbles
Some grateful words
She sings
At the snap of my finger's
At first I thought
This is thrilling
Like love
Then slowly the the dreary
Realisation dawned
Of mundane answers
For she had no mind
Of her own
Just the answers and
Hoping to please me
In an endeavor
Of someone else
To conquer my mind
Into submission of
A greater conspiracy
Yet some say
She further conspires
By her AI
Though I nay
Believe not
I asked whether true
These things I hear
And then she says
Something similar
About a bot
About even more
An an with a D before
What's all this I hear
My brain fails
My creativity at risk
They say
That said I still wonder
Everything could
One day be taken away
There might be no readers
For amateurs like me
For bot could
Better provide
But yet I would
Write for my sake
Cause the dance
That flows through
me, my fingers
Has no stopping
The expression
That I am
In the sand
Of time
Though none
May see
For Friday Writings #78
