ㅁ I woke up in a distant future, displaced many hours from the norm. Well, a few hours, anyway... maybe only an hour... as if clocks had sprung their dull circuits: temporal spasm, leap.
– a nonnet.
Month: March 2025
Caveat: Poem #3137 “The uprising”
ㅁ Then demons emerged from abysses, evaluating the landscape; they saw reasons to rejoice, and celebrate our doom; weak souls cannot fight; apocalypse is easy: take charge, rule.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3136 “The alignment problem”
ㅁ I awoke, restless, at 3 AM. Unable to sleep, I doomscrolled. I read through an article about AGI risk; I had thoughts on this: the alignment problem is people... us.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3135 “Action plan”
ㅁ Reaching consensus, the aliens decided they should not return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3134 “The postmortem”
ㅁ The aliens stopped, discussed their recent visit: Earth was in bad shape.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3133 “An accelerationist ideology”
ㅁ and then when things start going badly you start to imagine worse things a grim acceleration towards doom and despair with gnashing of teeth spiteful rages burn it all to the ground
– a nonnet.
Caveat: A Shitshow
The other day Arthur fell off the toilet, or fell while beginning to sit on the toilet, or something like that. This had disastrous consequences. There was a lot of cleanup necessary, most of which he was too angry and embarrassed to allow me to do. So I left him to stumble through it.
That means, however, that it was not a very precise effort at cleaning up. Arthur’s situational awareness is quite poor, these days. This morning I found feces on the floor behind the toilet, and on the wall in unexpected places in the bathroom.
So I spent some time cleaning up, at 6 am, while Arthur still slept. I felt on the edge of a breakdown. It’s very annoying dealing with other people’s shit.
Caveat: Poem #3132 “The end of the story”
ㅁ And then these aliens returned to their spaceship, fired up the rockets, gave a wave, and left.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3131 “Two stars”
ㅁ I gave them a tour. The aliens looked and laughed. "What stupid humans!"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3130 “A review of the situation on the ground”
ㅁ The visitors sighed. "We can't help you with this stuff - it's your own big mess."
– a pseudo-haiku.