Artificial Intelligence

 

It appears our intelligence is waning

Hence, the need for a reliable backup

Not like the God-given type we have

That one is running out of luck.

 

For given the way we operate

We are desperately in need of luck,

For that is the only facility

That can get us out of this muck.

 

Let me go back to the beginning

When God created man,

From the ground He fashioned him

With His almighty hand.

 

What a lovely piece of sculpture

But he was merely dirt and cold,

Then God added His very own breath

And man became a loving soul.

 

 

In His own image and likeness

God created man,

Created for His own pleasure

For His purpose and His plan.

 

With the ability to think and implement

And given dominion over the earth,

To produce of his kind and likeness

And to do so through natural birth.

 

This soon was not enough

For man made a mess of everything

And contravening the Creator’s command

Introduce all life to suffering.

 

A long ride from then till now

And man has made himself a god,

Just like in Eden, Eve was promised

By Satan, the greatest ever Fraud.

 

 

His aim is to create a human

And give to him artificial intelligence

And nothing short of God’s intervention

With curb man’s persistence.

 

Artificial intelligence, however,

Is a contradiction of sorts

For without a conscience and emotion

It will naturally abort.

 

A machine is all it will be

However comprehensive man’s plan,

Even with the technology at his disposal

It will be a product of finite man.

 

Deep Blue is a chess computer

But possesses no spirit to devotion

And whether it wins or loses

It is entirely without fuss or emotion.

 

 

So artificial, I will give machines that

But intelligence is a straight up zero percent,

When machines can reach that level

Then they also will be able to repent.

 

You see, when God breathe into man

Man became a total package,

That is why when he dies

There is nothing we can salvage.

 

From the spirit the physical emerged

Not the other way around,

Man is attempting the impossible

That’s why he is failure bound.

 

 

Machines and robots are all right

Once they improve the quality of life

But could they ever become like man

We would be headed for more strife.

 

They too would want to take over

Just like how man disregards his Creator,

And the outcome could very well be

That man would be his own eliminator.

 

Such cannot happen with God

He is not like finite man,

He is omnipotent and omniscient

And he will accomplish His every plan.

 

Stewart Russell © November 2019