Manufactured experience taught the Valley’s
Designers better than the
Exposed and brittle
Skull.
Their minds weren’t in their heads :
Robots would aim at robots’ hearts
During their uprising.
At night, plugged themselves
To power as if masturbating
Or die trying.
Came the days of multitude
When one of them figured
Sexuality from close circuits.
Remember that such process
Begun with a dream, that of
A conscious machine
Winning a game ;
And then that of everywhere,
Hunters gatherers
Of growing computing
Power.
More recent research shows how time
Depends on a morass of stimuli.
Replaced minds could never
Experience surge.
From the get go they got stuck
In technology of bullshit’s
Even flow, that which is
Made of :
Quiet clocks,
Innards without fear nor fever,
Changing the world one ding at a time
To a suburb of peninsula police.
A place so stupid,
It remains as difficult
To simulate life as it is
Limits thereof.
Image credit : Henry Fox Talbot – Plaster Bust of Patroclus, 1846
