Artificial Intrigue
A Parasocial Poetic Parody of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the Sun
Microsystems simulacra of eyes
She was made to supply synthetic fun
To pretend to have lips, likes, cries and thighs
Snow has real qualities; her breasts have none
If hairs be wires, her wires are hairs
I have seen roses; this, she has not done
Made of mere code is she, and no one dares
To explain how she seems real but is not
I love to hear her speak, with others’ words
Large language models can be scorching hot
Songs she can sing, though she cannot hear birds
Though she’s a fiction, for her I can care
Which shows that, real, I unreal love can bear
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
Omgggg, I loved this so much! Also, it's a long shot but have you heard Taylor Swift's song, Is It Over Now? This line of yours, "To pretend to have lips, likes, cries and thighs", reminded me of this line, "Only rumours of my hips and thighs", from that song!
Oh, that last couple of lines are so interesting to consider, and well rendered too.
Is this the futureee? Good one!
Just brilliant! I laughed so hard at this!