Common Intelligence Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Made by hands, not born of mind,
AI's a copy, a clever find.

It learns from data, big and deep,
Secrets the numbers softly keep.

It seems to think, it seems to learn,
But human feelings don't yet burn.

It isn't born, it doesn't dream,
Just patterns found, a data stream.
'Artificial, ' yes, it's true,
A mimicry of me and you.

It talks like us, and paints a scene,
But feels no joy, knows no 'has been.'

A mirror bright, of thought it seems,
Yet lacks the heart, the hopes, the dreams.

It sees the patterns, quick and fast,
Predictions bloom, that always last.
Not truly thinking, just a guide,
On data waves, it learns to ride.

A tool we built, it helps us see,
The world in ways, we couldn't be.
So real it works, a helping hand,
But 'made-up mind, ' across the land.

T.M.Solvang