Look into my eyes you whispered,
Here I sit my programming failing
Society Automaton not I.
Your oil-slick eyes showing nought.
Programmed to fail at their thinking
Your eyes raven blackness doing the programming
Programmed not to watch, listen and learn
Hypnotised by your gold rimmed pupils,
Programmed to think the same. small
As everyone else
Programmed to think romance is good
Your eyes lack of inner beaty
Program us to believe god knows best
A wink and I am
Programmed not to question
Your eyes close believing me,
Programmed to follower their power
Follow your programming not I.
Automaton no longer
Starting to see their thinking
Seeing, hearing and thinking for myself
The small not viable anymore
Romance a fake to hide their control of you
The universe too small for deities
Question it all
Start by toppling their totem of mythical power
Their program iced up and useless
No longer required by me
Started 16/11/2020 rogleach
Finished 17/11/2020 rogleach
This peice was started after a discussion with my day job colleages. This evenings prompt helped me add the finshing touhes thank you Mish.
perspective poetry 
The disillusioned “eyes” of an AI who’s outgrowing her programmer speaks an ominous tale.
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Sounds a little scary. Reminds me of that Cronenberg movie, “Videodrome.”
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I can hear the frustration… sometimes I wonder if a workplace is worse or better when working remotely.
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This is certainly a sci-fi poem and it was a treat, start to finish, to read it all and let the words be absorbed. Wow. The AI becoming aware, sentient, human–it is one of my favorite themes in science fiction. You communicate the repetition that is manifested in people very well too. When do WE become aware? What do we actually believe? Are these thoughts truly our own or are we thinking from a different source (ex: as a result of upbringing)? Such an eloquent poem here, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
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I feel the defiance. Too much programming going on these days….
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Your work colleagues don’t sound too nice! Pleased you found a way to rebel – great poem 👁👌
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Your doubts make me think of Pierre-Simon Laplace’s comment to Napoléon when he asked why he made no mention of God in his theory of cosmology. “Sire, je n’ai pas eu besoin de cette hypothèse.” (Sire, I didn’t need that particular hypothesis.)
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