AI Generated Image of a Perfect Woman Courtesy The Bulimia Project
A Call In 2032
One ringy, dinghy… Two ringy, dinghy…
AI: "The residence of Frank Hutchins. Who's calling?" (In a very pleasant seductive female voice emerging from the lips of an exquisitely beautiful female image on the large screen on the wall, smart pads, watch phones and eye projectors in the room watching and listening. Holograms of her are the rage on YouTube.)
Drake: "This is Drake, your grandson, are you there?"
AI: "I'm sorry, but Ralph is indisposed at the moment. Do you care to give a video message I can convey to him? Text him? Have sext with me?"
Drake: (sarcastically) "No, I just got out of the shower and don't have my makeup on."
AI: "Okay, I sympathize with you. I don't think I want to see you that way either. Just leave a voice message and I will get it to Frank ASAP. Okay?"
Drake: (irritated) "Just tell him to call back, or don't you already know that?"
AI: "Now, now. Calm down. I will make sure he calls back soon, Sweetie. Bye-bye."
Copyright 2023 © Ronald W. Hull
9/15/23
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Rebecca
Too much technology is weird.
Of that fact I am really feared.
Your poem shows one way it could
drive my thinking more than it should.
But I did enjoy reading it.
Keep your imagination lit!!!
Oh dear…!
Things that are meant to improve
just end up confusing things and being
an inconvenience!
Diana 🌿
Regis (Reg)
Sandie