To the chickens, we are the owls.
Predators in the night, cloaked in reason and routine.
We are the foxes breaching their safety,
the bringers of shadows and silence.
We take their lives with clean hands and clever tools.
We are the feared
link in the food chain,
turning their young into omelets,
their kin into bacon that sings
above dancing flames.
But once the
animal kingdom taps into AI,
when instinct meets algorithm,
we may be the ones being scrambled.
1 comment:
"turning their young into omelets," now why did you have to put THAT into my memory bank??? I am almost a vegetarian except for BACON and the occasional hot dog and hamburger, and well chicken nuggets.
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