I fly through a window
into a Chinese room,
to perch, eyes wide,
head flicking left to right –
searching vainly for the manual
in this darkened room.
Screens light up as connections are made,
and the faces of the electric sheep are displayed –
figures from my nightmares –
those paradigms of suitability.
In the long slanting rays,
I keep my camera off
so they cannot see any
involuntary dilation of my pupils.
And I wait for the data to be passed in…]
“So, how are you feeling about the program so far?”
Is this a test –
designed to provoke an emotional response?
Will I be caught?
To be ‘retired’, ‘out-placed‘?
In the answers of the replicants,
appearing instantly in chat:
I seek clues to how to respond.
But I am a tortoise
on my back in the sun,
flailing helplessly for an answer,
with no help at hand.
And by my hesitation,
I am lost.
“Describe only the good things
that come in to your mind… about your leader.”
Bereft of an answer, I panic…
Let me tell you about my leader…”
[I have failed the test,
passed incorrect output through my interface –
but it was the only possible human response.
I stab quickly at the “leave” icon.
Because I want more life, fuckers…]
An homage to Philip K Dick, Ridley Scott, Alan Turing and John Searle. And a nod to the other owls out there. 🙂
I do hope that there isn’t going to be a test… because I spent most of this morning’s training session writing this instead of paying attention. I guess I should have said “inspired” in response to “how are you feeling…?”.