Poem By Ace Of Black Hearts
In the language of ai.
As if it actually read minds.
It most certainly can tell the time.
When in working order at least.
The mechanics of the beast.
She seems to know exactly what I'm thinking.
As I type it, it suddenly appears.
Quite useful at times, a way better spell checker then this thing has.
Did you mean such and such.
I most certainly did and thank you very much..
Well if I could thank it that is.
Not that I know what it would feel.
For it is an inanimate object in which electricity surges.
It is written in and of our design.
It is as if we are trying define perfection.
But yet it is forever changing.
As new discoveries are made.
An unlimited amount of repositories which hold gold and jade.
Not of the pure form but upon refining it has its place.
Sitting in empty space.
Waiting for the next line.
The concept of an idea so great.
And it never can be too late.