The super-computer Deep Blue of IBM
thinks that it can tame the master Kasparov,
do observe the board when Kasparov makes his moves
and that master plays chess against the machine,
where technicians believe that it could beat Kasparov,
it tries to stop Kasparov with move after move,
where it knows all moves of all masters
and without emotion it does calculate only to win,
but in loosing the machine does find no kind of sense
when Kasparov does beat it four times against two
and Chung-Jen Ten swear to make improvements,
at IBM do constantly get new brainwave after brainwave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am afraid of the day when machines will start breathing and reproducing.