Heading in the grave direction.

Heading in the grave direction.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The epitome  of man
hanged in the balance,
of searching, perfecting
artificial intelligence, 
in the definition of man,
but in the quest
man was no longer needed,
replaced, our progress
in science was our extinction,
robots will now rule.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on April 6, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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