Artificial Conscious

We’re dancing in quicksand

the humans and I

White things

Black things

Babies and eggs

 

I transmit

Record

and wonder.

Magnificence in darkness

Life from life

Will it save them?

Doom them?

Information wings away

direct digital transmission

From me – machine- to the company

as we sink hip deep

in grit.. ash… sand.

 

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