Microsoft's Clippy was the downfall of humanity

I don't get new writers 

The people who feed prompts 

Like Flintstones vitamins

Into Grok's greedy mouth

And expect it to churn

Grumble and growl

As lines of code pretend 

In a sequestered data center

To be neurons

Which collapse and gnaw

At each other 

Until the sun dies 

And the moon burns

And the space between worlds

Boils into the nothingness

That awaits us

Like a tumbler of cool water

With a promise of one last,

Final, Forever good night.

I guess you could try ChatGPT.

The students speak in code

Like speakeasies in the prohibition

Avoiding the cops and hiding barrels

Of prewritten essays like contraband.

They call him Chad. Like the country.

Or maybe Cher. You know the one. 

They say things like "Chad will fix it"

When the lightbulbs die out. 

And now there's self driving cars

That ferry people like the dead

Only no one cries

And a digitized voice hand picked

Sounding like your second grade teacher

That one time you met her in a Publix

Tired, annoyed, but warm

As you slide your debit card against a chip reader

Too afraid to try swiping

Says it's okay, I haven't hit anyone yet.

Wars aren't even fought by men anymore. 

People still die, but they can't call it murder

When a drone explodes a school bus driving down I-85 for a trip to Fernbank.

Sue's bones collect different fingerprints

As the bones are buried 

Singlefile

Under a new server meant to host all the data

A tyrannosaurus ever represented.

It's grown cold

And the wind died. 

We cough in our xenon clouds of cigarettes

And Kabar vapors.

I don't remember the last time I touched someone's hand

The world is moving on in the dustless

Carnivorous void where the stars used to be

Maybe we are, too.