My truest competition,
Is no mere human.
‘Tis the algorithms themselves.
The eternal grinding of clocks,
Ones and zeroes –
Rendered in real time.
Machine learning in endless cacophony.
A system to be smashed,
Then fixed.
My queer idols –
Foucault,
Tesla,
Turing.
Whispers of utopia echoing from their lips.
Is that why I perform a Turing test,
On potential lovers?
Asking:
“What does your soul look like?”
Vetting humanity in humans,
In burstings of creativity,
Intellect,
Self.
Until the day I ascend,
Become machine and data.
Free at last.
Turing Tests.
