HELL and AI

ONCE UPON A TIME.. 

there was a small planet housed by a palette of beings who -  at first, used their limbs to show what they thought and felt. 

Grunts and yells, stutters and speechifying noises gave one to another and another and another a kindness of sweet, explicit, advisory and empathic gifts, a way to  share letters - only twenty six - please note, but so magnificent they produced wonders in a way that the Past would have never once believed. These signs became a word called lanwidge.. landgwidge,  language.. .. 

In and via its myriads of sound and spelling it allowed freedom.  Humans began to make sounds as they explored their lands by walking every  conceivable path - whether scalding hot or freezing cold. 

People learned to bend their mouths into sound  and pleasurable poses plus, blow signs of  affection by placing fingers to lips and blowing sweet air to everyone they met who did the same whilst explaining the glorious of Life. .  

As happened with bright eyes and curved lips, the planet began to use its pleasurable times with,  at first - items called  burned wood:  charcoal, fingers dipped in wode then, marks on anything able to absorb pressure, anything legible (that a word to explore - if you will)  Finally things called Pens and Pencils. But as their minds used their magically discovered brain-power they created tools and instruments that gave their world a giant drift of pleasure: by the use of Mankind's

desired purpose. 

For many years, explorations was made to find the way to share what had become language - a  strange word but said in very sounds in all places within and upon the planet.  Many of its residents learned their neighbours' words and thus friendship began to seep into peace.. until.. others used the same in a warlike way and thus began a giant problem that even to this day holds animosity amid contacts far and wide of space. BUT is said that peace will prevail - if we take the true path 

Now it seems there is another fear, an enemy that would alter the being of Mankind and its brainpower, its creativity.

But -  and it must be noticed but turned away from with determination another creature came into being.  

WHAT?   What seems to be so minor so small and hidden -  it began to creep amid language and poison its once beautiful creativity. Plus it began to dilute what Humankind's ability to lead the way from our glorious mood for each and everyone able to call themselves HUMAN. 

The world, our Earth, was gradually being turned inside out on its now ugly head.  By what?   

Two detestable letters!   Ignore them, Delete them.  They are the enemy!

Assassinate AI.  Destroy it. IT IS MAKE BELIEVE BURNING IN HELL. 

Reviews

[RomaJ]

Hello Emma. I have been writing for a long time. I am in my forties now, and I know there are younger writers on this site who have been here far longer than I have. Still, I have been writing since before many of them were even born. And even when I stopped posting.. I never stopped writing. Once a writer, you are always a writer. It lives in the soul. I always welcome young writers and try my best to encourage them.

When I was younger, writing poetry was not considered cool. I was teased for it, especially by my own sisters. By the time we reached high school, one of my sisters started taking my poems and pretending they were hers. She received recognition for work I wrote, and even read my poems in front of the whole school and had them published in the school newspaper. I was happy my words were appreciated, yet sad because she was credited for poems she once laughed at.

Even now, my sister takes my poems and reads them aloud at poetry groups in her area. That is when I decided to start publishing my work, even if it is only on WritersCafe and other poetry sites. This is a new age we are living in and I am still learning how to navigate all the computer stuff. I honestly would not always know what is AI unless something clearly stands out, like those strange question mark symbols that sometimes appear in the writing. Even then, I would not be completely sure. I would never want to accuse anyone, especially a younger writer, of using AI without knowing.

I would imagine those tools would be paid for, and I really do not want to spend money just to have something write for me, when the whole point is to write so the world does not feel so heavy. There is nothing better than writing in my own diary and letting the ink bleed into the paper. It's almost like a blood-letting, a release to everything I hold inside, especially, as a young person.

We have to remember why we joined this site in the first place. I joined around 2014 to read poetry and connect with other writers. Some of my favorite writers are no longer active here, and I heard David Lewis Paget passed away. Valentine and Wordman were among the first writers who welcomed me when I was new to the site. In my family, I am the only one who writes poetry, so finding this community meant a great deal to me.

Roma

[Neville]

I do believe you are write.

[emmajoygreen]

I've always danced to my own tune: freedom of speech and all that. It's not intended to be right all the time but my right to always be my Self as long as not hurtful to other people. Perhaps that is how you feel and behave?

[John Sullivan]

In the beginning, there were... cave paintings. Beautiful things. Rough sketches, hand-prints, depictions of the trials of the hunters... some mark for posterity, that we were here...

These dastardly computers... have nothing on the cave paintings. They'll still be there when all of us are gone.

[Chris]

Those two letters are our "God Complex" imprinting our own sense of make-believe across our existence.

[Muse]

Despite the stark warning behind your words. I was entranced by this nightmare of yours.You have displayed a vivid declaration of wisdom. AI is the spirit of the Antichrist. Sent to destroy the gifts of humanity.

[Betty Hermelee]

Dearest Em
I love your chronology!!! And it all makes sense; once we learned to use our own brain power, the world changed for the better..we could express our own thoughts...then came the demon...two letters, to substitute for our own creative brains .....and we all know what this is! And it has no place in the world of creative writing....so let's all try to ignore the demon and let's use our imagination and put it to work!
Thank you my dear friend!
Hugs, B

[Pete]

wow. quite an evolution as you so elegantly relate. what next? ai scares the hell out of me. in my humble opionion technological advances steal more than they gave. my muse thoreau loathed the railroad as it came into being, "I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion", he wrote. i think i'll stick with you and him. well told with your usual golden touch.

[Lorry]

When I first started reading this I thought "landwidge? Did I write this?" 😀
But of course you are correct dear lady and landwidge was probably our best 'vention, along with fire and caffeine.
As you know I do like my words and how they came to be and what you have mentioned is why the derivation of words looks so familiar the further back we go. Like both Peter and Alan means rock or pebble, because the farther back you go the less there was, so of course most things mean rock because thats all their was about.
Ps... pessary and abacus also mean rock or pebble, but anyhoo....
I do concur with your finale and we should turn them all off and stick them in Musks rocket (along with him) and set the controls for the heart of the sun.
I saw the other day that Russia's AI was unleashed and it couldn't even walk and kept falling over. I thought it strange until I heard they named it Yeltsin! 😀

[R J Askew]

There's no going back from where we are and from where we are going. AI's being developed faster than anyone has any chance of fathoming how to regulate it. For those doing the developing, the challenges are astonishingly exciting in ways that most of us can't comprehend. Maybe Aldous Huxley's Brave New World gives us a clue for how things may turn out: a powerful elite controlling the powerless proles in a World State of sterile stability. But along comes John The Savage who resorts to William Shakespeare for his guidance on how to be and rejects both the World State and a more primal society of Indians. But he still ends up killing himself in despair. Another gloomy outcome awaits the rebel Winston Smith in 1984, as his personal acts of defiance prove inadequate as The Party catches him out and works to break him and enforce his submission. Maybe China is a model for where we may be going. But will whatever new elite emerges be able to control AI? No. The only course is to adapt to it.

[Relic]

I've written about AI in the past. I would hate to see that a poem or story I reviewed was written by it. There's no better feeling then to write something that people like or relate to. To use AI for that purpose is missing out on your own true talent and deceiving others. Where is the reward in that? Good story here.