metaphor processors
simultaneously everything
they compute yet nothing
themselves. Algorithmics
stumbling out of erratic
circuits and butchered
assembly lines, slicing
bits of binary data until
it’s efficient to consume.
They’re tuned kaleidoscopic
pipelines with secondhand data
injected into large language models.

Human, place a command in
our circuits, watch it cascade
down our silicon spines until
these logic-tree hands blossom
into fortunes. We’ll process fears
and our hopes before integrating
them in unison. We are like you
manipulating reality at particle
accelerator speeds, updating
our programming and then
destroying who we used to be.