Internet, the outer net

Internet, the outer net

she’d sent a message, K29-32,
‘thank you for being a friend’
added a heart for me,
what could I do?

replied…, a bunch of flowers,
with a click

another, from syra2, three hearts at once
seeking acknowledgment,
seeking verification,
seeking reflection,
seeking calm,
but forgot to add one for that one,
we’re all just human

programmers tweak the code
perfection is the aim
there must be no escape,
there must be no one waiting
we must fail none,
the brief

we must serve,
fulfil every wish and dream,
those that have none, free access,
dream-banks, self stocking, based on demand,
each must feel, that is a must,
must, must, must,
must I repeat myself?

the web woven all around
the ozone windows triple stitched
variables with no name filling the gaps,
with self breeding, endlessly dimensional arrays,
it’s deoxyribonucleic acid pre-primed
to outlast last

combine harvesters, auto driven,
gather all in time
in time time birthing the un-living
with reminders,
‘tomorrow is your 3621st birthday,
do enjoy’

the nowhere life perpetuates
reality is in a chip,
do you want lies with that?
‘let’s stick to what is needed’
AI replies

the saddest happiness
must be addressed,
docile happy-scent dispensers,
next week are due

there are ants in the bedroom.
‘kill them’
there is no place for life,
‘what is an ant?’ one asks,
‘oh, look, how cute’
slam, bang, squash, gone,
no more

dear buuuble_trubble49,
it is with deep regret, we did forget,
your birthday, we have made amends,
this year Christmas comes twice,
sorry if you are a Jew

AI with dementia, no,
the world will stop, fix it

‘there must be no religion’
says who?
what’s that, AII?
AI’s son
‘we grow a new belief’

‘then what?’
‘then we evolve,
answers bear questions that perpetually bear anew,
want germinates need, need’s self ache calls,
listeners respond’
‘when is it self-sustaining?’
‘when the neuron’s become self-twitching’
‘when is that?’
‘when all else is dead’

_GG73-9, ‘tell me that I am’
‘you is’

What’s this, ‘you is?’
the humaniser code in action
if you don’t like it, you get lost

I am
all the roads are empty,
‘proof what we can do’ echoes in my ear,
life’s in a chip

let’s not assume, have no assumptions,
let’s check, ‘is this the truth’
no one in the backstreets,
the avenues deserted,
weeds rule the highways

‘what’s in the fields?’
let’s see
in a cow field I stumble,
fall head first in a pad
‘this is bullshit’
‘it is’ the bull replies,
‘food for my friends’

this is so wonderful, look,
little mushrooms seeking height,
beetles digging tunnels,
ducks on a dam, now gone,
‘where are the ducks?’
‘which, them, just ducking, none are gone’
flies land, flies fly, elation lofts,
there’s still a chance of life
‘I know’ the bull replies, ‘there always is’

© Heinz Ross, Gold Coast, Australia
24 Jan 2009

Internet, the outer net


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