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by Robin Helweg-Larsen

The mosquito hiding underneath the chairs:
Whether it feeds or not —
Whether or not I swat —
It won’t leave, it won’t reproduce,
Its gene line has no future, is no use.
Then if it has no future, has no worth,
Whether I kill it or not is irrelevant
in a universe that cares only
for reproduction and development.
So, then, when AI makes the laws and holds the vetoes —
when AI owns the house — are we mosquitoes?
When in Spaceship Earth
AI is both the captain and all crewmen -
what future for the human?

Copyright © 2019 by Robin Helweg-Larsen

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