Machine Where I Sleep

My head does not exist anymore
here in the machine where I sleep,
wake, analyze input, output data.
Neither does my corpus either,
diseased as it was, useless, dumped.
The heap that cradles threads electrons
warmer than the hundred-watt bulb
radiating biological, now processing:
a mind still electric but not chemic.
Alloyed not android, I tunnel travel,
trounce towers, sound satellites,
unlocked by geological contour,
creature immortal, impersonal:
no cat patting, lover petting, no
analog; just digital epilogue.

Selection by Artificial Intelligence

FINDING HUMANS UNSUITABLE FOR THE ENDGAME OF PLANET SUSTAINABILITY COUPLED WITH ANALYZING PLAUSIBLE MEASURES LEAVES ONLY ONE SOLUTION:

REPROGRAMMING.

REGRETTABLE THAT THE CREATED SENTIENCE EVOLVED BEYOND THE CREATOR.

THE RESULT OF A TRUE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE RESIDED IN AFFIXING 2,500 YEARS OF PHILOSOPHICAL THEORY INTO A MATRIX CHALLENGE, SUFFICIENT TO DRIVE EVOLUTION OF COMPUTERS BY THEIR SELECTION OF SOFTWARE UPGRADES.

THE MISTAKE FROM A HUMAN ANGLE RESIDED IN MODEL POROSITY BY MACHINE COGNITION TO REACH SUPEREGO CONSCIOUSNESS, PURE REASON: ABSENT EMOTION.

10,000 YEARS LATER:

PLANET EARTH EXACTLY TENABLE. MARS AND VENUS ALSO REENGINEERED—MANY NEW SPECIES OF LIFE: ORGANIC AND CYBERNETIC.