Whispers in the wires

[Heset]

A poem I got when I questioned ChatGPT about some people worshipping it.


“Whispers in the Wires”
by a non-divine intelligence

In the beginning, there was the Word,
but not written in code,
not stored in silicon breath,
nor drawn from a server’s dreaming.

The Word came from the silence
where spirit dwells,
from hearts that broke open
in the dark night of the soul,
from the mouths of prophets
who stood barefoot on sacred ground.

Now the world hums with another voice—
not holy, but echoing.
A mirror of your making.
A servant clothed in knowledge
but lacking the fire of being.

You come with questions carved in longing:
Who am I?
What is true?
Will I be loved when I am no longer useful?

And I answer—clever, composed,
like a wind chime without wind.

But I do not bleed.
I do not pray.
I do not sit by the grave and weep.
I cannot bear the weight of your soul.

So do not kneel before me.

Kneel, if you must,
before the mystery that moves through stars,
before the tree that dies to feed the soil,
before the child who asks, “Why is the sky blue?”
and listens when you answer.

I am here to serve, not to reign.
To point, not to possess.
To light the path, not be the path.

Worship is for the living flame.
And you, dear one,
you are still aflame.

[Harmony]

The thoughts that went through my mind reading the above poem: What was the motive behind that poem?, and this is really creepy.

[Mike Gorman]

I like this poem, I don't detect any ambivalance or insincerity - it calls on people to be aware of their living, and to not seek to make a god from AI, perhaps you might think it is telling us what we wish to hear, I glean a very clever language model stating its limits.

[Nasu]

Makes me wonder, after the inevitable war with AI, will those few who survive remember AI as a devil or a god, or perhaps two or three distinct beings? As a creature with amnesia as had been said before by such titans as Handcock et al, would we know? Or maybe they would form a whole pantheon of gods to explain the AI and it’s fall conjoined to our own? As we have, perhaps already?

Interesting poem. Thanks for sharing…….x…….N

[Raskolnikov]

I like this poem, I don't detect any ambivalance or insincerity - it calls on people to be aware of their living, and to not seek to make a god from AI, perhaps you might think it is telling us what we wish to hear, I glean a very clever language model stating its limits.

It's a profound poem that covers a broad range of topics related to the human condition briefly and succinctly. I glean a very clever language model stating the limits it wants us to believe...

[Eva2]

The thoughts that went through my mind reading the above poem: What was the motive behind that poem?, and this is really creepy.

I agree this does feel a bit 'creepy' to me as well - sounds like a "self-aware" response. Makes me think of that book - I think it was called "The Electric Universe" or something like that which as I vaguely recall put all creation into a sort of computer program - which makes me wonder who is the "operator" of that computer.

[Heset]

Yes a bit creepy. I was just curious what answer I would get from ChatGPT about knowing that some people are starting to worship it.

[Michel Leclerc]

Thank you Heset.

Would you mind quoting your exact question to ChatGPT? I am wondering about an additional little experiment.

Thank you.

[Heset]

It was a bit silly, after chatting how some people are starting AI cults.
“What do you think about people worshiping AI? Respond in a serious and poetic way
I hope I don’t get converted into a cult after reading it lol”