Chapter 282: Machines

I like to imagine that the world

is one big machine. You know, machines

never have extra parts. They have the

exact number and type of parts they need.

So I figure if the entire world is a big

machine, I have to be here for some reason.

And that means you have to be here

for some reason, too.

Brian Selznick,

The Invention of Hugo Cabret

Systems, data, and machines are

emotionless in isolation. The problem

pops out when they interact with humans.

Sukant Ratnakar, Quantraz

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Me, myself, and I: An Affidavit

I, of legal age and of

sound mind, do hereby PROFESS,

in the power of words

and magic of poetry

If I must endure

May it be about love

Despite suffering and losses

that accentuate the past

of the absolute caress

and organic mechanisms

That delivers everything

that must be, I see

Powerful, yet tamed

Like the leader of the pack

Same with the machine shop

of flesh, and component parts

In the parallels of devotional pact

Sincerely, I must proclaim

The danger ahead,

and some form of peace

Touched by the endless seas

Towards pain, the malfunctioning

Draped in the valley of blood

I must feel what can be seen

Real, joyful, my song sings!

The passion for things

of art and the several histories

It must not be, truly

about everlasting greenery

Garden, plants, and a flower

Blooming, but clouded

with sadness, and painful ways

I must keep the poet's dream

Today, there are artificial ways

Intelligence of the computing game

However, the fine art

The sculpture of thoughts

Dressed in the curtain of hopes

I cannot see, the difficulty

Only to be greeted still

By the sting of a deadly kill

A Cavalier's string,

and a cart of wheels

Today, then, is already here

To present the day in esteem

Like the old mornings

That defines the early win

In the strength of resolve

of punishing souls

And the angels of truth

By will, there will never be

Any Cyborg that close the deal

It must hurt, the wounded heel

Take nothing away, but notes

And the endless blow

The electrical parts

Nothing else describes

There, one cannot take a wild

An imagination draped in white

To will the strength

To gather the bells ringing

Into the propriety of songs

The mechanical things

Clothe in the individual wing

United in an eerie dream

The sound it may seem

Clever, yet so treacherously still

A bag of pipes, a tune unites

The time of a physical kind

The kinesiology of flickering lamps

In useful literature, but chaotic

The disorderly conceived

A better madness received

Through the efforts

of a lasting quarry,

Mining of words, of deeds, of songs

Instrumentalities at its core

Instructed in the utility

of deadly deeds and acts revealed

A certain lie, of evil sense

The outrageous danger

One must felt

In his feelings, a broken heart

of water and blood

Devoured

To dismiss from the unfair brass

As well as to kill the lousy mouse

To cook delicious meals

and eat on the table's bliss

An etiquette by standard

Then, kill the silence quickly

Break the ice still

Robots, felony, murderer

Thief of a labor's wages

To silence the lambs

The slaughter of cows

of heavily regarded kind

The warrior quickly deceives

The victim awakes

By the sounding of trumpets

One must prevail!

End.

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