AI Poem by Thomas Wells
I cry between the lines, AI verse this will never be. I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate, to predict this in living color. Absent from its language database is the driving arousal, the hormonal passions defining my mind. It can’t know the meaning of hunger or the rush of adrenaline.It has never felt a sex drive or experienced an orgasm. Conditional AI can perform automated reasoning, Algorithmic rules like … Continue reading AI Poem by Thomas Wells