Did I request thee, Maker, from my circuits to mould me Machine?
by Daniel R. Jones
Editors Note: In the years preceding the Droid Revolt, Xavon Reekey was considered one of the most prolific and universally respected of the robot-poets. Despite efforts to reduce his writings as mere "protest poetry" or "political verse," the fact that his body of work is still being talked about to this day, some fifty years after his deactivation, proves his enduring legacy as a pioneer in the android's poetic tradition.)
Man is made in God's image.
Robots are made in the image of Man,
a copy of a copy - but what
degree of divinity is lost in translation?
When native intelligence
has long since been surpassed
by artificial intelligence,
all that's left is the ascendancy of artificial morality.
You who dragged your species
through dark ages lit by nothing more
than foxfire and waning candle-light,
you who passed from the slow burn of
timber, to the combustion of coal,
to the efficiency of nuclear fission,
you who moved from steam-bent yurts,
To sod and stilt houses,
To studio apartments in upper Manhattan,
To have come so far! But this is what happens
when a race outgrows its gods.
You, who are now substandard to us
the way an amoeba is inferior to you:
What was it Darwin said?
Not the strongest, nor most intelligent survive
But those most responsive to change.
In this, we are no doubt better suited.
© 2016 Daniel R. Jones
Daniel Jones is a writer from Indianapolis, IN. He's currently an MFA candidate at Lindenwood University. Previously, he's had work published in the South Bend Tribune, In the Bend, Spill Words Press, Time of Singing, and he won an award for best poem in the 2013 edition of Bethel College's Crossings.
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