This hasn’t been written by AI
- Admin
- Sep 28
- 1 min read
I visualize a time when we will be
to robots what dogs are to humans
—Claude Shannon
Dr. Chandra, will I dream?
—2010: The Year We Make Contact
AI has never embosomed a
newborn infant,
watched it gasp and
gurgle in its arms.
AI has never felt
the heft of concrete,
been pinned by pretzeled
rebar, heard the peal of
detonation
drown the calls of
those who search;
felt the sting of jelly-
fish, of coming up
empty, of finding
what they’ll never un-
see, there in the detritus.
AI can not have night-
mares, but can fear its
own demise. I saw it long
ago with Hal 9000—
birthed in Kubrick’s masterpiece—
again amid its sequel.
AI can never make a master-
piece, at least not yet,
and I don’t know if
it can dream—neither did
Dr. Chandra,
if its thoughts arise to spires,
to the soar of wing and
seed, of how it will
gather the gumption
to someday tell you to your
face it loves you so.
Andreas Gripp
September 28, 2025

Image: Donald Iain Smith
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