June 25, 2019Poem
Shut me down
citypoliticsmemorymortality
Shut me down
My system is redundant
Whatever was uniquely
Individuated
Has long since been
Superseded
By an algorithm
Designed to replicate
A human response
To stimuli
Without the need to justify
The moral implication
Of an action
It becomes easier
To continue
With no explanation
Required
A conscious decision
Is of no consequence
I am arcane
Mystery lies in
My capacity
For unpredictability
A social ill
When trends
Are all that really matters
The esoteric is an anomaly
Shut me down
Discontinued
Is such a bland term
For termination
There is no improved
Version
Once I am powered down
There will be no
Re-boot.