Sunday, January 2, 2011

Prosthetic Consciousness

I mind, I mind, I mind, I mind my mind
Minding all my thinking all the time,
I mind my social network and I find
With automation, up my mind can climb.

I think you think the thinking I do best
Is when I answer slowly with much thought.
The way I pass your social Turing test
Is adding pauses to my autobot.

Replies, replies, replies make me seem wise.
With grammar-crunching software in my hands,
The answers that you get are no disguise -
Just keeping up with all my life's demands.

Computers split my mind and thoughts for me
So far and wide, I only have one dread:
My automated personality
Means people might not know it when I'm dead!

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