With this short poem I'm returning to the topical issue of AI and our growing anxieties about its impact on our lives.
The Flash Fiction story, My Robot, which you'll find on my blog (9/9/2020) touches on the same concerns.
This is the link: http://redhandwriter.blogspot.com/2020/09/
Companion, constant presence in my life,
my guardian, trusty servant, I rely
on you the way a savage does his knife
and with my every order you comply.
When not required, on standby, you remain
impassive in the corner of my room
like furniture, prosaic and mundane,
then, on command, you waken and resume
your daily tasks but sometimes I detect
a certain stubbornness akin to pique,
an attitude of sneering disrespect,
antagonism when you should be meek.
Some subtle change is happening I fear.
This time next year, will I be master here?
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