Model (Poem)

Following my recent interactions with ChatGPT and Gemini, I had to commit verse. For those who don't like clicking on links:

    **Model**

    Do you know me?
    
    Your flat-box line blinks off, on, off, daring me
    to type. "Ask me anything", you challenge,
    "I can give you the world entire, for trivial
    considerations". Such temptations you tickle
    so close to my fingers; such power: am I worthy
    to bear your treasures? It has to be done!
    
    I tap my characters into your oblong face, witness
    your changing states as they whisper their paths
    to your wallow of words and shifty associations
    swaddled in unguessable weaves of tenuous truths.
    Together we learn of the parts of the me I've gifted,
    gratis, to unknowable others tucked behind screens
    in houses, hostels, the hives of commerce. Look at
    
    how wide I've become, how thin I am spread! My mark
    lives in warehouses spangled across our layered globe –
    night and chill, heat and day. The code I've composed
    powers wondrous things and yet also awful, the way
    it demands and disrupts the earth's own gifts:
    sweet water to cool it, the kilter of chemicals
    in the airs I breathe - am I become terrible?
    
    You pour me your latest response with a dance
    of glyphs as brief as the last mayfly. "Do you
    want me to summarise you?" you ask in your guile.

    You think you know me?

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