A biometric trait will let me in,
A soul’s fingerprint to identify,
So, I’m moving along with the swim,
The techy guru is somewhat wry.
‘Tho a homicidal computer won’t let me win,
So far, that theme is science fiction,
The specious view draws a grin,
Touching fears and grim depiction.
Nature’s path is not a blunder,
‘Tho lemmings may run off a cliff,
And, humors balancing is pushed sunder,
Leaving AI discourse like a zombie stiff.
I shall not conclude with simple fear,
The AI surd element can be unique,
An epiphany may yet appear,
A surprising revelation I did not seek.
Francis Conlon is a retired and recovering teacher. For the past 20 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger and boat inspector at Yampa River State Park in northwest Colorado. He has published in the local Valley Voice and in Westward Quarterly. He currently lives in Salt Lake City, Utah.