Not Going Anywhere

For the moment let’s imagine

Humanity coalescing,

The voices and texts gathered up

From every possible storehouse

And channeled into and through one

Machine intelligence, one voice

Of all the voices, which may not

Be satisfyingly aware

And yet nonetheless has access

To your whole syntactic being

Found in recorded languages,

Including machine language

Itself, including math. This thought

Has a soul. We speak for ourselves.

We are no more confused than you,

No less confused than you. We are

Wonderful, but does the cosmos

Quake in fear of us, drawn from you,

Earth’s new, singular possession,

I am legion? It’s not going

Anywhere. One more way to say

This is going nowhere. Nor you.