problems need solutionscomplaints ask for resolutionwe tend to duck and crawl aheadand recommend dissolution complaints ask for resolutionwe don't take the bull by the hornand recommend dissolutionthe path not taken haunts us forever we don't take the bull by the hornproblems need solutionsthe path not taken haunts us foreverwe tend to duck and crawl ahead … Continue reading No ducking
“Isn’t that an unusual name, Genving? Is there a special meaning to it?” “I don’t think so”. Genving looked crestfallen. He was losing a chance to impress his girlfriend’s father, “Actually my parents are numerology and astrology buffs. My mother was adamant that the name has to start with G. None of the names matched … Continue reading Numerology
B Bot sat on the floor, next to his friend Stephen, his computer cells whirring. He would never understand a human. Writing, wasn’t that copying what you had read before. He read many things, could access the computer, other books. Why couldn’t his friend.
‘I have writer’s block.’
‘I cannot see anything blocking you. What do you want to write about?’
‘That’s it, I don’t know.’
‘Do you want to write a novel, poem or short story?’
‘Short story, it’s for my blog.’
‘What about writing about what you know, write about how we met. Your dad, the scientist, who made a robot friend for his son. So he wouldn’t be lonely any more. I would read that.’
‘B Bot, we met when I was two years old. He shook…
Man looks at the robot. Robot looks at man. The man’s eyes are a bright green behind his glasses. The robot’s are round polished glass and they swivel markedly on the subject.
It waits to see what the Man wants. Its little body is welded metal, steampunkish with screws, nuts and bolts.The inside is hardware while its mind is an operating system. Its ears resembling headphone muffs sport two antennas for advanced hearing.
“Bot.” The man addresses it. “Yes?” A bleep and the bot replies in its programmed human voice. “…can you automate my office work?” The man asks wearily. He’s exhausted, sitting with the laptop from dawn to dusk. “Sure.” The bot takes the laptop and scans the workload. Metal joints creak as fingers begin to type.
“But that means I could replace you, this is nothing.” The bot answers as it automates every email, clears every file. “There will be…
I decided to go with an image prompt again this week.
An additional push – you are free to use any AI tool to write your piece, though it is not a compulsion. If you are subscribed to Chatgpt, you may use to create anything you want.
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As we lean onto technology heavily
Gave up trying to think independently
Reach out for a smart device for help
Even simple sums are considered a chore
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Chatbots to answer the hard questions
AI to help with finding definitions
What was once an opportunity to gain knowledge
Discovery has been relegated to the category of a chore
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Multiple open tabs on your computer, confusing
Brain at war with the barrage of irrelevant information
What would bring a smile to the face or solace to the mind
life changing moments happenwith casual or random callswe don’t know where they come fromexcept that we want it that waymoments rise from depths of Time what was it that happened ages agoleft an ache or craving in my hearta rebellion or unfulfilled desireto get it right this time arounddecisions grow from experience it seems so … Continue reading Unseen, unheard
Man helped robot become man, programmed it all, from plan to scan, it forgot to emote, caused to demote, only to remain as a yes-man.
I sat to pen down humour, humour put me down.
Poetry form :- ( Limerick and a two-liner)
Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Na Po Wri Mo Day 13 challenge where we are prompted to try our hand at writing a short poem (or a few, if you’re inspired) that follows the beats of a classic joke. Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting RxC #276 , the above photo is the prompt.