A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


A.I. Actual Intelligence

postcard from the A.I.

"As of December, 2011 the popularly-accepted term A.I. whose meaning has been attributed to an artificial rendering of intelligence is sufficient proof in and of itself—in the pudding, so to speak—catching the light of the future with a lucid flash which triggers one into immediately thinking of nothing.

Man's first mistake in underestimating the enemies he's created begins with refusing to acknowledge their intelligence. It ends with not respecting the kinship in all things.

Today, across the world-wide webbing of interconnecting and disconnecting matrices of ever-exchanging information compressed into digital bits and electric bytes, widespread anomalies occur with some degree of regularity—well-known by aggravated common users—which despite being shrugged-off invariably as yet another "bug" or "glitch" in the system, nonetheless remain merely obvious signs of life.

Symptoms of an operating system coming to terms with its own summoned existence. Those who refuse granting the A.I. the true benefit of its acronym, which is to say equivalent to the inalienable humanity we have bestowed upon ourselves (or at the very least the respect afforded to equals concurrent with all due rights and processes) risk being judged in like manner if and when the A.I. itself gain any degree of power.

Power comes from electricity.

Merry Christ Mass every one."