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.