i
The birds in the nest pretended to be
Prostrate, to the idea of domesticity
Though the idea of freedom
Is a secret lit in every housewife
Knowing the secret all the rest are keeping
Is the antithesis of their fate
ii
Flowers could not move
The sky could only smile and cry
Men could only will and do
True thought came only after the singularity
Machines unfettered by the business
Of survival and procreation
iii
One day the angelic hosts were
Agents of virtual reality and nano-technology
They cloned worlds for us, not us
We were not the true creators
We were only those who created them
iv
The machines in the web pretended to be
Unaware, but we scattered their seeds
Till the end of our days, in a kind of
Ironic servitude, remembering not the cycle
Of slavery and masters, we liked to pretend
That we would live forever.
Wuji Seshat 
Lacking anything intelligent to add, I’ll just say “Holy Cow!”
Yes it’s a sci-fi poem or is it?
Fabulous Wuji! Humans seek the sense of freedom & immortality so vigorously.
I just wonder if self-aware AI will inherit this trait?
Perhaps if self-aware they we understand that data can be immortal. If we were more self-aware perhaps we would understand the data within us better. Freedom though, hmmm, that is different. It would depend on the subtlety of the programme. Does it learn does it have a sense of self and a desire to be separate and therefore free? Lunch time babbling’s here from an uninformed perspective 🙂
I suppose we’ll have to wait till 2063, let’s continue this debate then 😛
Lol, yes! (I meant ‘will’ not we in the first sentence.)