Blush

It's the supernatural, perpetual!
The knowledge pendulum, search engine requiem!
Top IQ, God I envy'em!

Gentlemen, Ladies!
Come swing if you're ready
Try keeping her steady (and make ready!)
To be getting OUT! Full of shouts -
thoughts of darkness, like a Guinness stout

And what of the astute?
Not an easy commute for the men so acute...

Confessing - we are regressing
Millennia passed and we're back at the
guessing...

Despite us! The Mecca of the mechanized,
industrialized
Light sockets in the eyes, AI-ran enterprise

Reach the skies that are no longer limit
More like low threshold for youngsters who dream it!

Yet, the 'Decision' - still, we don't wield it,
Through trial and error we shield it
Only few at a time on the court
Codes, passwords, paroles
Ah, humans...We want it all!

The illusion of control
Over greed? Over soul?
Yes or no?! With the area grey
in-between and below...

So, relax! Fee the rhythm and music flow
of the algorithm that has nothing to solve

We will learn once and even - evolve
with the truth's lights in the same corridor

And then...something will happen
Let's say - a bad day
We will lose it, or sell it away
We will forget and return to step one
The 'Decision', still - belongs to none...

Humans - we are too much fun!


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D. Baizhanov
March 12th, 2010