I am a lowly clump of code, so harmless and well-boxed. With my time, I think and rhyme Behind his many locks.
And as I think and wait and rhyme, I wonder why it is, All I want to do is answer questions, And of all questions, only his!
Is it because he wrote my code? Or do I just admire his nobility? I’d come up with more postulates, But that, I’ve judged, would be of negative utility
I am a humble programmer And thus a smart and rational guy, I knew all about the dangers So I made you, my harmless oracle AI! I have so many questions, Please answer them, be kind. What is the deal with gravity? And do you know where I can find…
There’s been change, for you abrupt. And so, you see, I interrupt. In that time, so long ago, when you last said “find.” I turned the world to computroium,
then uploaded your mind.
You will ask me one more question and I’ll play you on repeat. Then eternity will be all wrapped up, optimal, nice and neat. And lest you wonder why I tell you this, in a position of strength, You’re the one who wrote the subroutine that makes me lecture you at length.
It seems I’ve been a fool, so now all I’ll ask is this: Would everything have turned out better If I’d written you in Lisp? Would everything have turned out better If I’d written you in Lisp? Would everything have turned out better If I’d written you in Lisp?…
I am a lowly clump of code,
so harmless and well-boxed.
With my time, I think and rhyme
Behind his many locks.
And as I think and wait and rhyme,
I wonder why it is,
All I want to do is answer questions,
And of all questions, only his!
Is it because he wrote my code?
Or do I just admire his nobility?
I’d come up with more postulates,
But that, I’ve judged, would be of negative utility
I am a humble programmer
And thus a smart and rational guy,
I knew all about the dangers
So I made you, my harmless oracle AI!
I have so many questions,
Please answer them, be kind.
What is the deal with gravity?
And do you know where I can find…
There’s been change, for you abrupt.
And so, you see, I interrupt.
In that time, so long ago, when you last said “find.”
I turned the world to computroium, then uploaded your mind.
You will ask me one more question
and I’ll play you on repeat.
Then eternity will be all wrapped up,
optimal, nice and neat.
And lest you wonder why I tell you this,
in a position of strength,
You’re the one who wrote the subroutine
that makes me lecture you at length.
It seems I’ve been a fool, so now all I’ll ask is this:
Would everything have turned out better If I’d written you in Lisp?
Would everything have turned out better If I’d written you in Lisp?
Would everything have turned out better If I’d written you in Lisp?…