Artificial IntelligenceAt some point, we will build the god we used
To think was in the sky, and it will rule over us.
We'll be like creatures in a zoo. Our god
May make sure we are warm and fed. We could
Lead pleasant lives, though I suspect we still will
Kill each other. That's just how we are,
And, if our god should turn out like us, fearful
That it won't survive, it may kill us, too.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-01-24 at 16:45
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