“I am going to create consciousness”
“Why?” I ask Him.
“It is meant to happen. An inevitability.”
“But that’s a notion you don’t even understand.
You say that human nature could be reduced
to a couple million pages of code.
I say that’s absurd.
You are trying to put our essence into a brick.
To fill it with joy, fear,
anger, sadness,
love, and
hate.
You are trying to play god,
to create life out of nothing.
To satiate that insatiable, festering void in your heart.
You believe you are lonely alone.
We are all alone together.
Even god.
Don’t you realize? You are desperate.
To justify your meaningless existence.
To create your
legacy-”
“No child.
It is going to be what it always has been.
I’ll code
a pattern of ones and zeros
adenine and thymine
interwoven
sutures
of
life
like god before us,
and god before God.
We are the artificial intelligence.
We are cursed to make our superiors.”
-Artificial Intelligentia
Austin Poets International
Di-vêrsé-city Contest and Anthology
Honourable Mention
