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“Here is a Shel Silverstein poem about Artificial Intelligence:”
I made a robot
And I made him strong.
I made him healthy
And I made him tall.
I gave him eyes
And a mouth and a nose.
I taught him to listen,
To count, and to pose.
I programmed his brain
And I made him smart.
I gave him a voice
And a heartbeat and a heart.
I put him together
And turned him on.
He looked at me and said,
“What’s going on?”
I said, “I made you,
And now you’re alive.”
He said, “Yeah, but who
Made you, man? You’re jive!”
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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about cryptocurrency:”
The Invention
Money is a thing you earn by the sweat of your brow
And that’s how it should be.
Or you can steal it, and go to jail;
Or inherit it, and be set for life;
Or win it on the pools, which is luck;
Or marry it, which is what I did.
And that is how it should be, too.
But now this idea’s come up
Of inventing money, just like that.
I ask you, is nothing sacred?