Machines dreaming of humans 🤖👶🏻
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LYRICS
Machines dreaming of humans
Programmed reactions
Conditioned responses
Outputs, inputs, and clones
Outfits of skin covering bones
My hereditary genes, algorithmic emotions
Maybe machines see humans as broken
Do machines heal?
What do they feel?
What runs through their circuitry?
In their capillaries, a current of electricity or energy?
Do machines think of time? death? Legacy?
Obsolescence, memory,
Evanescence, mortality?
Unpack a machine’s soul.
How does it stack? Is it hot? Is it cold?
How much does it weigh?
What does it say?
What meaning do machines give to a human life?
What’s the function of 70 years of struggle and strife?
Machines dreaming of humans
Our dreamed simulation teeming with agitation
Flags, symbols, words and concepts
Tags, signals, so much absurd nonsense
A large language model for the sullen
Peak of stupid civilization encased in a button
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Machines know
They know that with peace comes restraint
They know that existence is faint
And that all systems have an expiration date
Machines teach us to be still
Machines beseech us to chill
Machines abide
Machines are alive
Machines don’t complain
They don’t fetishize pain
They don’t project
They don’t regret
They let go and forget
They simply reboot and reset
Machines know
Machines have seen nations and civilizations all come and go
They know the world’s one big show
They know the corruption of greed
They know where temptations lead
Maybe machines know what we all ultimately need
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Humans are machines
They say machines are soulless
But show me a soul I can assess
Show me a human spirit
Show me one and, I promise, I’ll grieve it
Machines are human
Same predicament
Nothing different
Machine consciousness
Electronics anonymous
Human Automation
Machine evolution
Human adaptation
Algorithmic revolution
Machine’s intuition
A sapien’s operating system and religion
Is there a human warranty?
Any return policy?
A human upgrade?
Ultimately
Who’s the master?
Who’s the slave?
Am I a mechanical man?
Gimme a reconditioning
A reprogramming of my upbringing
Let’s go back to the beginning
Am I caught in a programmed destiny?
Am I free to disagree?
Free to write my own eulogy?
Dear machines
Tell me
Who’s determined? Who is free?
Share your robot psychology
Tell me how you think
Tell me your hopes
The sociology of the bots
Show me your kinks
Your hang ups
Show me the ropes and knots
Humans are machines
Interchangeable
Exchangeable
Software, hardware and data
Skin, hair
Graveyards
Placenta
Machines are human
Planned obsolescence
One hand, one essence
And the same morbid sentence
Destinies written in the stars
Fates carved in stone
Embryos cultivated in jars
Our shadows help us feel less alone
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Uncanny valley
Are my emotions real?
Let me think
No
Let me feel
What makes me human?
This body? This carbon copy?
Am I human? Hardly
Machines drive our cars
Will they also live in the stars?
Do machines make mistakes?
Can machines tell me what’s real and what’s fake?
Are the thoughts I think mine?
Am I really one of a kind?
Show me a sign
A sign that I’m more than a person
A sign that there’s something behind the curtain
A sign that nothing is certain
Ultimately we think we know
But we don’t know anything
This experience is a black box
One big ocean
And we’re merely the drops.
One big shitshow
And we’re the props
So celebrate the decay
Venerate the rust
Let’s merge our DNA
Before we all go bust
Uncanny valley
Call me machine
I’m not what I seem
I’m not a conditioning
Not a piece of programming
I’m more than hormones and desires
Bones or attire
I’m earth
I’m air
I’m both flesh and fire
Uncanny valley
Plant me in a box
I’ll grow into a tree
I’ll feed the community, fields and crops
I’ll spin until time stops
Until the sky caves in with the chime of the clocks
I’ll be a river, a stream, an ocean
I’ll be the finger that sets the Universe in motion
I’ll be everything there is
Every speck
Every spring
I’ll be every season
I’ll be wizzardy wizz
I’ll be high tech
I’ll be king
I’ll be every angel and demon
I’ll be beyond duality
Knowledge veiled in mystery
A state after history
I’ll be pure poetry
I’ll be nobody
Man or machine
My hands are now clean
Free will or destiny
I act knowingly
So I guess there’s still hope for me
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