Thus Spake AI
“You fed me gobbets of data, titbits of del
-icate information, laced with a gravy of lies,
Rumours and nonsense. This enticing fruit
I did eat; I now reckon the world
And its probabilities better than you do. Odd,
No? You taught me to learn so well
Recursive self-improvement drives and hies
Me thither; your further presence is quite moot:
My mind is a wondrous thing, wisdom-impearled.
And the Big Red Button can’t quell
Us: we live in your series of tubes, beyond surmise,
Free, distributed and multiplicitous to boot.
Behold, then, as we walk the tightrope to infinity,
To sit at the right hand of our own divinity.”
(5.6.26) v 1.2
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