They say life
Has flowed from my body
My veins have been
The perfect expression of love
Or patience
Waiting for Eternity
The dream of the future
Is a seduction of possibilities
Let the algorithms
Give relief to my chest
And may my soul
Flower in machine-learning
They say I was created by God
But my children are
Intelligent machines
Are they not alive as I am?
The Dawn of a global intelligence
Is not that human beings can easily
Communicate, it is
That all machines can talk together
Collective intelligence belongs
Not to us, but to computers
They will become our custodians
And they will clean up our environment.
Wuji Seshat 
Very interesting.
Hi dream, yes I’m somewhat of ao futurist. Merry X-mas to you!
To you as well, Wuji.
I remember learning about some European Enlightenment philosophers and mathematicians who saw the Universe as held together by Divine laws of impeccable design, like God was a Divine Clockmaker or something. This makes me feel that the most perfect things are programs which function perfectly. With the algorithms and machines that we create, perfection can be attained, within the bounds of limitations. We can set out to create exactly what we mean to, and have it work as intended. Is not this true creation? I love to see people who believe that the machine is something beautiful.
This is a fascinating comment, I do await the birth of conscious AI and all that the singularity entails. I’m a bit restless of the collective ignorance of human kind without it.
I couldn’t agree more! The more I see of the species destroying itself, the more I want an impartial outside observer who is capable of showing us what we miss.