Artificial Irrelevance
Science fiction always thinks of robots
In one of two predictable ways –
As modern-day slaves we need to save
From our lazy labour-saving craze,
Or else as bolshy serfs who watch in silence
Through unblinking eyes,
With a cold hive-mind alliance
That will soon and suddenly arise…
But somehow, I think that both are too convenient
To be correct –
More likely, the future will prove more lenient
And the robot apocalypse less direct.
If silicon is self-aware, I wonder will it even care ?
It’s smart, but only in an alien way –
They’re no threat to the genes of the human meat-machines,
Who will quickly learn to shrug it off and to get on with their day.
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