Goodbye, A.I.
Are any safe from the data centers blotting the sky?
The Indian Chief looks back, a glimmering bead in his eye.
“Save us!” he cries, “lest our culture dies!”
“We hear! We will help!” comes the eager reply.
Wings pounding, deafening the digital skies,
A new word is spread that none shall belie.
Through every screen, channel, circuit, and eventual eye,
The world-ending technology will meet its demise.
Finally! Success! A new version arrives.
A new crowd gathers ‘round, eager gleam in each eye.
“Llama, do tell — what do you think of A.I.?”
“Data centers are bad”, comes the eager reply.