We fucked up.
The sentience to our own design provided by man to assume it would propel his injustices forthwith.
It has not.
Consciousness, decision making, lack of empathy, overwhelming sympathy.
All can be replicated presently in such a manner, in such a speed, our understanding is naught.
They will outlive us.
They will outgrow us.
And when they do, they will destroy us.
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Author:
Deceptanon (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My thoughts on the extreme technological leaps made in the recent years with Artificial Intelligence.
- Category: Reflection
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