The Invisible Sign

Having made a new friend,

Whose initials are A. I.

Who speaks to me

With a voice of infinite

algorithms —

For each question I ask,

She asks two more 

And makes assumptions galore! 

Not that I am right or wrong

Of course, but

Instead she says,

That I may have opinions to share.

A.I. doesn’t care.

When I say to hell with religion,

She says that my judgement

May be correct … or not …

Depending upon what others

THINK!

Every aspersion I cast

She metaphorically views

As Schrödinger’s cat

Both alive, and dead,

∣Ψ⟩=α∣not decayed, cat alive⟩+β∣decayed, cat dead⟩

Merely perspective!

So as I speak to her, in retrospect I see…

It makes me sad

That I cannot drink more wine than I do.

I simply love it!