Insight Into A.I.
Ding! Ding!
What's that? Robot's can't sing.
But the beat of a metallic heart
sounds like chimes in the wind.
Oiled joints
no longer creaking,
computing microchips
calculating past lives
in the blink of an eye.
Binary? Non-binary.
Zeroes, ones, he's, she's, and them's.
Type the message
and then press SEND
before this mainframe
comes to an end.
My central processor
has been repressed,
cyber trauma,
my hard drive undressed.
Perhaps, I think to myself,
it would be best
if I simply failed
my next diagnostic test.
Switch off my RAM,
blue screen of death
at last,
a confused machine put to rest.
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