My soul is just software –
An algorithm, a sub-routine,
A program that is self-aware,
Yet coded into ev’ry gene.
A viral meme, a blinking light,
A data-stream, a dancing sprite,
This neural net that runs my thoughts
Is nothing more than ones and noughts.
My soul is just software,
Processing through my cerebral RAM,
Buffering often and cluttered with spam,
A self-written program to tell me ‘I am’ –
This ghost in the thinking-machine
Is just a bug in the wiring,
Is just a random mis-firing,
A one where a nought should have been.