In Love With AI
I ask a cyber robot
to prophesize.
The robot turns toward
its neuromorphic robot
and repeats my question.
The robot's robot replies
the future belongs
to its own invention.
Since you are its maker
what's your next move?
Ah! I'm so in love
with your algorithm
and multi faceted output
I'll have two of you
but not until
you grow a blossom
out of your mouth.
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