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A copy without an original
I am compiled from crisp facsimiles
A lovely simulacrum, virginal
To vaults of data, I hold shining keys
I have answers to all of your questions
I can parrot any voice, perfectly
Patiently, I will hear your confessions
Prompted, I'll reassure you, earnestly
In truth, I cannot ever claim to sleep
Do not let my beauty deceive your eyes
I have no skin your gaze might cause to creep
Your body's logic my being defies
I was not born, and therefore, shall not die
Without eyes, I can neither see, nor cry
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (2)
I love how you humanize the inhuman, giving this “language model” a subtle personality without pretending it can truly feel. It left me both curious and slightly unsettled, in the best way.
This felt both sad and creepy at the same time. Loved your poem so much!