On TikTok I saw this recipe
and now understand
why my favorite hot dog truck
is putting Cheetos on all his dogs
AI and I’m outta here
I watched a special last night
explaining how in the near future
AI will read our minds
How we won’t be able to disguise
what we really feel
or what we truly believe
When I think of aging
A calmness washes over me
A stillness that pervades
through high blood pressure
a rocketing peacefulness
that massages my heart muscles
with enhanced air pockets
and ample breathing room
I’m ready now
I can easily move on to another plain
leaving the red smeared pickles
to this digital race of newcomers –
Especially the trolls
who creep up and down social media
with their invisible bravado
laying waste to all things Godly and whole
Until the day will surely come
when their quantum selves
will meet that frankenstein of their tech dreams
in the great AI reckoning
Patty, intrigued by cheeto hotdogs I googled the recipe and must admit it’s not appealing!
But not as unappealing as the “frankenstein of their tech dreams … the great AI reckoning”..
Let’s write on and fight it together!
Dana,I was speechless at the hot dog stand. Yes dear collaborator, we shall tackle the imperfections of this new Frankenstein together, because I really think it’s coming for all of us, but at our ‘age’ we’ll just hop, skip and jump, now you see me, now you don’t.
It is frightening!
I love how you used the prompt to write about things that also plague me. Social media, AI, trolls — I can do without those, thank you. Never wrote a tweet and I’m pretty proud of that.
Laurie, I’m glad I covered this modern world’s annoying new trends for you. In doing so I most definitely avoided the real trauma of getting old. I’m 73 and so many friends are experiencing age-related calamities. Each day I wake up and wonder if I’m next, then I meditate and thank God for this day.
It does feel like we are the fortunate ones who lived a simpler life and don’t need to engage with technology to be complete. (As an aside, your story of the Cheeto dogs reminded me of “tacos in a bag” my aunt had in Iowa—rip open a bag of Doritos and dump in ground beef, shredded lettuce and cheese.). Also the last generation to know what “normal” weather was. I feel sorry for those who follow and also feel some obligation to do what is possible while we are still here.
We do harken back to better times, don’t we Patty. The trolls of social media are horrid. Not sure where AI will take us (my older child works in the field and tells me that all will be well; not to fear it, but he does not work with ChatGPT, or the likes). Things did seem simpler when we younger, but I think you’ve got the right idea to be thankful for each day.