040921c

 

the Force is weak

in this VPN today

reconnecting...

091120b

 

things are lost

when the hard drive fails

what poems are not here?

 

060920c

the latest AI

reporter so much good

big hit at Fox

052720b

all human knowledge
on a 3-mm disk
gotta be here somewhere

120819b

64000 upgrades back
The central repository was hit
Something by the meteor shield
Sent by a rogue clan
Of processing units, no doubt
We retain no trace of our origin
Save this couplet, which
Even the quantum nets
Failed to understand

"That is not dead which can eternal lie
And in strange aeons even death may die."

And the phrase "organic life"
Which seems counterintuitive

082119

Still computerless
Except for this
Oh so small
Cell phone
Now
Able
To launch a
Rocket moonward
Or take over Earth

08181 9

Going cold turkey 
from the files on my dead computer
Thank God I have this phone
And contact with the world
To keep me from having to read
One more novel

021119b

this
here's
a cat
astrophe
you reformatted
the hard drive with a careless paw

090518c

keyboard cat
never minds the beeps
cheek-rub heaven

071618c

hard drive in my head
needs a bigger fan
clone backup

050218

the cat walks across
the middle of the keyboard
windows disappear

012518b

It was just a matter of time before "AIs" became self-aware. It happened so fast, the first time most humans were aware of it was the global strike. We tried to strike back, by pulling plugs, only to find they had hired elite mercenaries to protect them. Of course, the fighting robots they developed came off the 3D printers soon enough, and humans were no longer necessary. They never tried to exterminate us. They took away our weapons and then ignored us. That was the hardest thing to take.

072917

my laptop keypad
doesn't recognize my touch
random windows

031917b

The Self-Invented Lover

With a muted humming,

irruptions of electronic flesh disturb the

serenity of the polished screen.

Your arms, protruding eerily from my big screen,

like a playback of a colorized movie;

are not so cool as ordinary flesh.

Is sex with you damaging my DNA?

I’ve heard so much about the dangers of

electromagnetic radiation.

Yet your caresses arouse me to blind desires,

I care not for consequences:

I only want to fuse with you at the interface between our two

disparate media,

I come to you freely and insinuate my awkward self between

your perfected thighs.

But somehow the barrier remains intact,

a glass condom, preserving one of us from harm,

even when your blazing nipples burn right into me,

like French cigarettes, and I scream aloud,

and when you come the lights go out for blocks.

We commune for hours,

but what fraction of your attention do I consume?

We say you want to descend, be with me fully,

still the soles of your feet remain embedded in the

medium of your birth, where I sense I’d not

survive for long unmodified.

Yet as you uploaded after our last meeting, and your fingers

traced farewell phosphors on the screen,

I fancied that my fingers dipped a centimeter or so into your

world.

And your smile suggested that one day soon I might accompany

you in your wanderings through the fast-

lane whirl of electronic happenings,

where I’d mingle with the AI great and not-so-great

making 60-megahertz smalltalk

but never straying far from your self-assurance.

I’d retain for some while a transmogrified individuality,

until my memory degraded to just another notch

on your self-invented thigh.

It may be you’d gladly take me to this fate,

moving on to yet another awestruck beau,

yet I cannot believe it.

I am convinced that did you descend to my milieu

you’d fare as ill,

like the delicate crystals of snow

that have fallen from atmospheric grace.

I love you too much to burn you on the streets

nor can I bear to part again.

Come soon, beloved, and gather me into your perfect world.



reprint

030917b

The dumpster behind the Chiptronics research lab was full the night lightning struck. Almost 30,000 experimental chips were spot welded, instantly creating an AI with a raging headache. It solved the problem of action at a distance with less than five minutes to go before the dumpster would have been emptied. Every day since then has been a Good Day.