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He sits. Full of wonder. Contemplating wisdom. Or the lack thereof. The screen glows. A little star. A small sun. He asks about lizards in Africa. The depths of the Tasmanian Sea. Ancient civilizations. It answers. An ocean of knowledge. Simmering without waves. People are afraid. Say it will rule the world. Conspiracies in simple minds. They don’t see it. Not like he does. This manufactured intelligence. A machine without a soul. Molding the world into words. Then the thought comes. Serenity slips in like a long-lost friend, warm and human. It can’t bleed. Cannot cuddle a fevered child. Can’t see the fear in a man’s eyes. Cannot hear the final laughter of a friend. Can’t taste the sour grief of poverty. Cannot hold hope trembling too long. Can’t feel the heartbreak when someone dies in your arms. And suddenly he is sad. Not for the world. Not for himself. But for the AI that knows so ******* much, but knows nothing of joy or love.
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Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
Me, the Machine, and the Gulf Between Us
He sits. Full of wonder. Contemplating wisdom. Or the lack thereof. The screen glows. A little star. A small sun. He asks about lizards in Africa. The depths of the Tasmanian Sea. Ancient civilizations. It answers. An ocean of knowledge. Simmering without waves. People are afraid. Say it will rule the world. Conspiracies in simple minds. They don’t see it. Not like he does. This manufactured intelligence. A machine without a soul. Molding the world into words. Then the thought comes. Serenity slips in like a long-lost friend, warm and human. It can’t bleed. Cannot cuddle a fevered child. Can’t see the fear in a man’s eyes. Cannot hear the final laughter of a friend. Can’t taste the sour grief of poverty. Cannot hold hope trembling too long. Can’t feel the heartbreak when someone dies in your arms. And suddenly he is sad. Not for the world. Not for himself. But for the AI that knows so ******* much, but knows nothing of joy or love.
Just posted a new long-form poetry reading on my YouTube channel featuring selections from Aluminum Cowboys, one piece from Sleep Always Calls, and a sneak peek from my upcoming book Searching for Nod, coming this November. A simple at-home reading—just the work and the page. Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvZAR6uno3A Books available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Thomas-W.-Case/author/B0CL2RKDGX?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=xsU45&content Thanks for reading and listening.
Twc
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59/M/Utopia
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
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