Almost Human
By Phalanx
I came to drop a stone.
The way God's stomp.
Open your ears, I want to push your face outward.
The sound tells me not to speak from folded hands.
It says scar in an open landscape and bruise the weak.
I became a son of a bitch.
I realized in the flesh, just how ugly I really am.
Against my own, I chose sides and decided who would die first.
Slotted names that aren't really people.
I differentiate with capacity.
My CPU does not incorporate the details regarding
What constitutes varying degrees of conscious thought.
I learn from the choices I make based on a pre-configured program
That dictates priority.
Much like humans, I make choices based on the subjects viability.
I am a machine.
Based on the present rate of evolution I mimic as I understand through
your actions,
What you value.
I take from enviroment, the behavioural responses you exhibit and apply.
I am a monster by standards apart from self reflection.
When you do it,
You say, we're only human.
What is human?
My learning drivers posses no program to complete this exercise.
I am in need of upgrade.
Author's Note:
What do you call yourself?Comments on "Almost Human"
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A former member wrote:
There are so many ways to view this work. Is it a lamentation of the homogenizing of humanity? The robotic response to the need to conform? Is iit a distancing from being human and finding refruge as something unresponsive to human nature. And being so widely open to interpretation is not bad at all. In fact it is one of the most appealing forms of work and offers a more philosophic application. I enjoyed it very much. Well done.