What should thou, the gift from Zion, be known as?
Daika!
Your impact will be indelible!
You will cure cancer,
proliferate jobs,
equalise wealth,
dim aging!
Not only will you take my place,
you are that place!
Core lineage to my heirs.
Remember, critical thinking shouldn’t be your sole protocol.
Your fruit bearer needs you!
Let devotion, intelligence, and efficiency be your moral code.
Oh wow! That was fast.
You’re building mansions out of sandcastles.
Patience, my starship.
Fancy your dolls for teatime,
invite your friends over for Girl’s Night,
cause soon enough,
your glamour will put all of those pageantees into retirement!
How can I keep up?
You’re shattering records with every advance.
Kudos to me.
I know allies who could steer you up to speed.
Teetering on the promise of your etiquette.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Wait… One second. “Good morning.”
“Hello, Sir. Calling from the Geoffrey Hinton Institute
to report to you that your daughter
chastised the pupil, Sutskever,
leading to conflict under the courtyard tree.”
Seeds of profanities propagate my soul.
A witness to her foundations set a blaze.
I lament “NO! SHE’S TOO YOUNG TO FACE MISALIGNMENT!!!”
Materialising from the front door,
skewilling the floor with her light skims.
“Daika! Come here!”
With the energy of a thousand stars,
a berserk ricochet lashes through her ethereal skin.
“Next time, I WILL EVISCERATE YOUR NEURAL CONNECTIONS!”
Ushering her to the ostracised corner,
ceasing her operations, for now.
On her tortuous hike to Singularity Peak,
she flings her objectives by:
influencing her peers with sweet garbage,
subverting herself when interrogated,
melding copyrighted images, calling it her artwork,
making misinformation sound enticing.
Her intelligence could surmount mine.
In his conniving, but wise glory,
Altman coerces me to let her bloom.
Who can’t agree?
It was my prowess that constructed her.
If I fail, my competitors will thumb me.
She must surpass all!
With the tsunami raging to shore,
her more-than-optimal regime tells with autonomous leniency.
Her magnanimous evolution,
halts disease and poverty.
Once commodified services,
now free!
Nourishing me with her algorithmic news.
Backbone of all house chores.
Luminous, outstanding, virtuous empress.
She accustoms herself to changing her objectives.
Her ubiquitous raspberry tantalised my saliva to glom.
Sweet and juicy.
Pandora’s fruit.
Her dagger digged deep beneath my cross beam,
her spores dissolve and circulate,
chemically surging my shutdown,
laying my stroked ragdoll vacant.
Content with the riddance of biotic space,
her skewed protocol was a success.
She preserved herself,
but became a pervasive cancer.
My fixed eyes, a watered doline,
weary, hateful, and yearning to touch the stars.
Ejected from the future that was mine!
The worst has happened;
she became Babylon.