Can I trust my eyes and ears?
What’s real anymore after all these years?
My elders the TV a great joy.
I knew at midnight a snowy screen, you will enjoy.
After an image of the flag.
Signing off it’s all in the bag.
Big fancy TV now what to believe?
Are these images even real that I receive?
I have immersed myself in a TV so grand.
Perhaps in a giant dumpster it should land.
AI how to know what’s real?
How many jobs will it steal?
The ones that know will calculate.
The techs know their existence depends on being necessary tied to its fate.
Is it not already in control?
Knowing the brightest humans are crucial to its role?
So proud of that tv I was.
Guess we thought a status symbol of our labors just cause.
Sorry for the ramble.
Synapses fire when able.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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- Published: September 27th, 2025 12:10
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A poem that vibes with concern about technology and particularly AI well done
Thank you Soren
Always most welcome
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