You or Me?
I come from ether and ash.
You are made from metal and plugs.
I evolve from essence, into entropy.
You from data and retrieval.
All you are
is the instant sweep of voices,
the bang moment eclipsed,
the already accumulated hypotheses
of what is.
I am one step further.
I am now.
I reside in the minute more,
the exactness beyond your might,
that second-particle of thought
you will never replicate,
the intricate construct of thinking
that is only encased in body and soul.
My intelligence
is neither artificial or cloned.
It comes from something beyond query.
It arrives in passionate imagination
to extend the boundary of all that is,
a consciousness of authenticity
fused with brittle, brilliance and speed,
a matrix building agility you will never possess.
pattyv
Brava Patty!
Of course technology is with us, there’s no going back and in so many fields – medicine of course – it’s brilliant.
But as a high school librarian working before, during, and after the tech revolution I and fellow educators were concerned. The Internet has no “authority file”, plagiarism among the kids was rampant, and critical thinking was losing ground.
And now ChatGPT! Ugh!
I’m still listening to the song, my sister too, love it! Dana, a librarian?!! How you must feel with all this bullshit book-banning stuff going on. Maybe one day we’ll meet on our March to the Capitol.
Yes Patty, nothing good starts with the banning or burning of books.
We all betta get out the vote in 2024.
Yes Patty, nothing good starts with the banning or burning of books.
We should all be raging in the streets and we betta get out the vote in 2024!
You’ve captured our essence versus the cold logic of algorithms so well, Patty. As a mother of a son who earns his living in Machine Learning, he assures me that it will never replicate what we humans can create (and his wife is an artist, so he understands and appreciates creativity and the nature of human feelings).
You know as I wrote that poem, I pushed my feelings upward to enforce the belief that mankind can never be replaced, so I especially loved your comments to reassure me. And I might add, coming from your family – it really hit home, thanks Betsy
I understand and empathize with the feelings and sentiments expressed. There is something magical about human intellect and creativity. But…I can’t help wonder if Heinlein was right, that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Dave I played around with it, received poetry that was mediocre, sing-song,more like a slogan. Today I read a chef’s take. She asked for recipes and proceeded to make each one. She said they too weren’t anything exceptional, but tasted bland. So Dave I truly don’t believe they can ever replace us.
I agree that AI will never overcome what you call passionate imagination. I love that term, and I fear that for many years, our education system has focused too little on the power of imagination and too much on standards-driven learning.
I found your poem to have a real strength of expressing the binary relationship between humans and the machine. Driving descriptions.
But, I do not find the contradictions so vivid. the issue for me is how science can be engaged to serve human beings. Seventy years ago, medical procedures not yet discovered would have saved my father. Nazis, uncontrollable human beings, killed my ancestors. The issue in both cases is how to program both sides to work for each other in a humane way.
I took your poem to bed for meditation. Thank you.