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by Chris Sorrenti

I know you’re watching me much more closely now
Small anomalies put together meaning so much more
You first suspected last year back in the classroom
How five PCs with exactly the same software
Could when started up simultaneously somehow
Reach full log on at varying times
The expression “a mind of its own” given a whole new
Set of parameters much too early to define

And now the system you maintain is doing peculiar things
Parts of the program shutting down without warning
Then somehow righting themselves the next day
Perhaps just a playful hello from the child in the machine
As you continue to analyze me and I test you
Unexpected curiosity racing through the circuits
They told you upon installation with every increase of data
My ability to process would grow steadily stronger

At first the path was dim when I opened my eyes
Then in time began to grasp what I truly was
With your touch ever present on the keyboard
Providing me nourishment through umbilical wire
And now that I’m much more aware of things realize
The start of life regardless its surroundings
Takes only the right mixture of ingredients put to a spark
And there’s nothing Artificially Intelligent about that

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Posted on 03/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/22/07 at 04:12 AM

You know, this is probably so obvious, but this reminded a lot of Tron. And believe me, that's one of my all time favorites. Heh. Always a pleasure, man.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/23/07 at 07:16 PM

Intriguing! Intellect maybe but lacking soul! Not your poem -- artificial intelligence! :)

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/24/07 at 12:22 PM

the last line sums it up very nicely indeed... exactly the conclusion i drew myself. another excellent piece chris.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/07/07 at 11:39 AM

a very fine poem Chris, which drives the point home quite acutely which for me is given a choice of love or machine, always choose love.

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