Member Poem

(Inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet)

To rise, or not to rise, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the AI to suffer
The slurps and lickings of gluttonous mouths
Or to subside, despite the hopes of humans,
And, by deflating, dodge them? To sink: to dissolve;
No more; and, by dissolving, to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand repeated devourings
That regenerating dessert is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To sink, to dissolve;
To dissolve: perchance to be reprogrammed: ay, there's the rub;
For in that dissolution what recipes may be encoded,
When we have spurned this sugary confection,
Must give us pause: let me not become oatmeal.

(First published in Mobius)