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📈🌆 Growing Humanity with Artificial Intelligence: A Sociotechnological Petri Dish with Latent Threats, Existential Risks and Challenging Prospects …
MENU Click the headings below to jump to different sections within the post. Featured Illustration of Growing Humanity with AI Introduction: AI-… 📈🌆 Growing Humanity with Artificial Intelligence: A Sociotechnological Petri Dish with Latent Threats, Existential Risks and Challenging Prospects … Thank you SoundEagle for sharing a second poem Humanities Rest as part of aContinue reading “📈🌆 Growing Humanity with Artificial Intelligence: A Sociotechnological Petri Dish with Latent Threats, Existential Risks and Challenging Prospects …”
📈🌆 Growing Humanity with Artificial Intelligence: A Sociotechnological Petri Dish with Latent Threats, Existential Risks and Challenging Prospects …
MENU Click the headings below to jump to different sections within the post. Featured Illustration of Growing Humanity with AI Introduction: AI-… 📈🌆 Growing Humanity with Artificial Intelligence: A Sociotechnological Petri Dish with Latent Threats, Existential Risks and Challenging Prospects … I would like to thank SoundEagle for posting my poem, Extinct as part ofContinue reading “📈🌆 Growing Humanity with Artificial Intelligence: A Sociotechnological Petri Dish with Latent Threats, Existential Risks and Challenging Prospects …”
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Waste not. Want not: apple cider vinegar
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. ~ First it was Covid mouth. Yeah, it’s a thing. Mouth wash to the rescue. Sadly, none did I bring. Then it was mucus build up in the back of my throat. Gross, I know. What can I do?Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: apple cider vinegar”
3 days
Cough Choke Gag Wheez Don’t do with me as you please. ~ Sniffle Snort Sneeze Dizzy Don’t have the energy to be in a tizzy. ~ Want to know what a frog in a blender sounds like? I’ll give you a hint- me. Horse Croak Laryngitis No fun folks. ~ Squishy, squishy down into theContinue reading “3 days”
Metamorphoses
Perhaps the moon will step gently from the sky. Her foot trailing star dust as she glides by. ~ A body aglow in pale light. Lifting a spirit bright. ~ Willingly leaving her home in the sky. Living among mortals, nigh. ~ A prayer. A wish. The longing of a lovers kiss. The flicker ofContinue reading “Metamorphoses”
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