Poetry by Fibby Bob Kinney

The AI in Me

What will I look like?
What will I be?
When all the world will see,
The artificial face of Fibzay!
How many decades will pass
Until science will at last grasp,
The way to make the human brain real,
As all its knowledge it did steal.
When my mortal body has gone to dust.
With whom with all my knowledge can I trust?
Where to put the books I Wrote?
When I become just a footnote.
Will there be in the future far away?
A time of rebirth for me to stay?
My mind and body rebuilt into a machine.
One that carries my books inside it as a dream.
An author of old brought back to life.
To tell at a book signing his life in strife.
Sitting next to Shakespeare in AI form.
Selling his books for all to adorn.
Ah, yes, this future time where mankind has evolved.
The expanding of their brain, now solved.
The head has grown to fit all this knowledge.
The body diminished, its weight salvaged.
The price humans will pay when AI is king.
When ‘Knowing All’ is a common thing.
I will be there selling my wares,
With children clapping and adults staring.
What a wondrous time when one is reborn.
To come back from the Abyss with a new life to adorn.
The far future holds great things for the human mind.
As the poem in the present is here to remind.
Let all the poets of today write what they can.
In the future, one’s work may be in demand.
I say this true from all my heart.
The best that can happen is one has a head start…thx..Fibzay

Copyright@Fibby Bob Kinney