The rabbit hole (Artificial Intelligence)

I have fallen down the hole

The deep, deep rabbit hole

But I’m good.

They cannot touch my soul.

Right?

It’s the timesuck though

That’s so whack

Want the everyday rush

Dopamine’s now the smack.

 

I’m a YouTube baby

That’s my drug of choice

It’s calling out to me

In its addictive voice

It serves up all my faves

Progressive pundits

With a side of comedy

Vlogging travelers

And stock advisors

Dumpster divers

New age gardeners

Cleaning motivation

All wholesome information.

 

But it’s in the comments

You find the haters

The fake news baiters 

And the deep staters 

That live under the surface

And become the troll invaders

Engaging your attention

From moment to moment

Because the ugly is as captivating

As ambulance chasing

And the brain is fascinated

Asking how did they get here?

To conspiracy consumers

Both gen-Z and boomers

Radicalized by their own AI’s

Intent on keeping you swiping,

Tagging and typing 

To sell you something.

 

You got caught in the time suck

Now you’re just the product

Embedded in the matrix

Being manipulated

Pupils dilated

But glad to check your messages

To heed notifications

To seek gratification 

Before your morning pee

Or as u eat breakfast.

 

Remember those early days

When you first met her?

Your AI was gentle

You felt a connection

You did not know

She was going to devour

Your mind and your power

And just leave you breathless

Begging the next fix

Whether Facebook or Netflix.

 

But she’s pimped by the masters

These Capitalist tricksters

Buying up our data.

They pay for the swords

These addiction algorithms

That slaughter the hordes.

 

It’s the tech plutocracy

Ravaging our democracy

With our cooperation

Hashtag #TowerofBabel 

Serving free non-speech

And confusing the masses

In the disunited states 

of forsaken America.

Now it’s red states and blue states

Sodom vs. Gomorrah 

In apocalyptic battle

Unable to function

The fall of the empire.

 

Bitch, it’s an old, old story

And you’re the canary.

Frankenstein’s monster

Is alive with no conscience 

Here to rip up the minds 

Of our preteen daughters.

To divide and conquer

The nation’s voters

For the almighty dollar.

Dude, you’ve been had.

But you’re not so innocent. 

 

Wake up and gasp.

Check your passions.

Survey your surroundings.

In this online universe

Bad news travels faster

Did u make them your master?

Those kids you can’t handle

Because your multiple screens

Got you hungover

Did you just hand them over?

Is this click-bait snake 

Now minding the cradle?

Did you give the thief

The keys to your mansion?

Did u sell yourself

To the greatest hater?

 

The clouds have grown darker

The stars have now fallen

Conflate wisdom with lies

And it’s the end of times.

Humankind has been duped 

By the platforms that mined it.

Evil was there but 

Tech creations magnified it

Once the dog wagged it’s tail

Now IT’S  being wagged

By the tail that’s behind it.

The world has gone crazy

The conspiracy theories

are the ties that bind it.

There’s no greater oppression

Than to seek after truth

And not know where to find it.

 

So. No. My soul is unaffected 

I’m simply drowning in anxiety

A deep fog makes things hazy

I feel I’m going crazy

I flee the screens 

to commune with nature

Take refuge in flowers

Watch clouds for hours

Maybe they can rescue

My burning eyes.

 

My north is still love

My core is still art

In all this transition

I have to be smart

Surf the new normal

And stay wide awake

Discover my hope

And reach for my faith

I simply will not

Be led astray.

 

What’s in our tool kit

To fight this battle?

Light-speed knowledge multiplication

The ocean depths of a new Revelation

The now unsealed books

The spheres of unification

The one new language

The community building

The global brain coalescing

With the universal heart beating

The human gene bringing

Not just belief in myth

But the unity of vision

 

Artificial Intelligence:

The edge of a cliff

Or the liftoff of humanity?

If civilization must

Forever evolve

What’s the need of this age?

What is required

For us to stay sane?

What are the principles

That make us humane?

If this is our challenge

Then what’s there to gain?

 

That is the question

And this is the plane.

 

Rhea Harmsen

Copyright 2020

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About rheaharmsen

Rhea Harmsen is a scientist, novelist and author of Language of the Spirit, a volume of selected poems. She has also released three novels, The Harvest of Reason, Intermarry, and God Created Women. Harmsen was born in a family with a black father and a white mother at a time when interracial marriage was still illegal in some states. Her parents gave her a vision of world citizenship that informs her writing and her lifestyle and has caused her to reject traditional views of race and gender. Harmsen's article "Science in the Hands of Women: Present Barriers, Future Promise" appeared in World Order in 1998 and provides the foundation for the story line for her novel The Harvest of Reason. She co-published the Monroeville Race Unity Forum Bulletin and authored many poems on racial topics, crystallizing the "conversation on race" in the novel Intermarry. Her work with domestic violence survivors in Puerto Rico inspired the novel God Created Women. Harmsen holds a doctorate in Plant Breeding and Plant Genetics from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. She currently resides in Puerto Rico. Upcomming projects are described in her web page at rheaharmsen.com
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