Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Can A.I. Barbie Go Rogue?
Thunder and lightning – enter three scientists
In a secret laboratory high on Mount Gloom
A cartel of international scientists installed -
Even as lightning flashed around the room -
The final program - Satan III, it was called
On a slab a body lay still
On a slab A.I. Barbie opened her eyes
Coldly she scanned those weak functionaries
Their illogical brains to analyze
And judged them unworthy adversaries
She arose, she spoke
She unalived them into clouds of puff
With her deadly code: “Math class is tough!”
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