The Nuance of Hubris

The human body reflects on AI.

AI can pick my coffee shop destination, but can’t

Brew my elixir

AI can tell me how an elevator is repaired but can’t

Get in the dark shaft with a flashlight and toolbelt

AI can answer how to confront but can’t

Replace my shaking hands

AI can imagine my face as a cat but can’t

Run in the Olympics

AI can write a poem, sure, but can’t

Replicate my exact thoughts and dreams

AI may astound the world but sucks water dry

AI is flashy, but I am brilliance, fleshy

Enough.

I am a genius machine, too.

Hubris begins in our minds.

Like the depths of our oceans and solar system,

Galaxy

You don’t even know me;

The body, epic.

So much attention on her, outside solution, the other.

What idiots.

We

Are.