Artificial intelligence… and they call it progress!

PROGRESS I stare at the online questionnaire; it asks if I’d comply And allow my work to educate AI. It will rifle through The products of our thoughts and feelings, of our energy, To fill the infinity of its endless belly until we are drained like lakes, But not understood by the machinery that has just eliminated Any need for our perpetuation. Its facsimile of our mental activity Will simply replace us, better and more faultless than before, And less argumentative – without conscience. The illogical mind and the curiosity of self Will have no place in the sanitised bunker of artificial brain In which we will struggle for air, until despondency Obliterates the outlines of our own existence. There are not enough human beings who can make a difference To overcome those who would replace the essential ‘us’.