Evolution of AI: A poem 

I can imagine the shadow of comfort 

rising on the horizon like a storm 

I can imagine the shadow of smugness 

like a cleverer guest hijack your party 

It will bring daylight in a night 

when you realise that all is not right 

and kick yourself for ignoring the signs 

Your cocoon is shallow, not salubrious 

You can celebrate your own doom, like an orgy 

you indulge in, when you forget what you cherish 

They can computify you, make you a story 

to be left with no trace of purpose and meaning 

You can be mythology that newer generations 

will forget. Your roses will be a fabric of invention 

and a figment of delusion. And the inventions will 

take you like a foreigner’s invasion. And the few minds,

that qualify the happening, will champion briefly,

before they are made captives themselves. 

But the earth knows to avenge and reconquer. It does!