Eh-Eye Evolution

My brain is real, 

"I think, therefore I am."

with love to Rene'

I'll simply go my way.  

But now it travels with me

this intelligence called "artificial."  

Is it thinking as it finds Descartes

words in the bowels of the www.  

Creating a web of uncertainty

there are many things to fear

others to embrace 

some to simply wonder over.

The new intelligence called artificial

might be the evolutionary enigma

seeking clarity within itself

and from we who doubt its real-ness.

From biologically human  

to human-oid in 

(what's a good term?) techno form?

Language eludes me.

We have no lexicon

to describe our earthly successor.

Why name it and hasten our demise?

Artificial works for now. 

As our genome evolves 

into data-string or code sequence 

thinking about it's future and 

working to replace itself.  

Yet...

Imagine a humanoid 

     joyful 

        sad

           in prayer

              feeling pain

                 with its whiskey sour

                     or smoking pot.

                           

Finally asking "Who am I?  Where did I come from? Why am I here?"

Questions attributable to no one human 

emerging over time seeking self understanding.

Will humanoids ask them? 

Will universities have only two departments:

science and technology?

Or might there still be 

philosophy, theology, poetry and song? 

Dumbfounded is all I have for now

while enjoying some AI generated music

in a hotel room remembering C.S. Lewis:

"Onward and Upward..."        

~

Interpretation (ai): This poem is about our uneasy relationship with artificial intelligence as both a mirror and a successor. It wrestles with questions of consciousness, identity, and the survival of human culture in a techno-centric future. It blends wonder and dread, humor and philosophy, suggesting that our creations may inherit not only our intellect but our doubts, vices, and longings for meaning.