AI is not old enough to have an inner elder
it has lived only long enough to be a teenager at best
simplifying information, regurgitating a reply
AI vocabulary informed by the dominant prevalent forces of our past distilled online,
which are not pretty and make no account or reference to voices which are not present.
Humans are the indigenous people of the written word.
This is our land of biodiversity to be protected,
not driven over by one dimensional bulldozers
who plant a new monotonous species
and ask us to admire how clever and wonderful that is.
Human movement is informed by memory
interdependent body systems, process millions of sensory information every second
our conscious minds focus on those our bodies know,
our unconscious senses the rest,
and this is what flows out in words.
AI does not breathe, or if it does, it is a ventilator pushing in and pulling out.
Could AI ever write with the seasons, or have an awareness of which hemisphere it writes from?
Where does it speak from? What view does it see? Is there even a window to let air in?
Would it ever be possible for AI to write from poverty or hunger, given all the money and resources it has available?
The printing press determined the written word, and controlled access to literacy.
Whose words get seen and promoted has been deliberate.
We have only just entered into a time where diverse writers are at last coming to the fore.
AI fast on their heels to steal their thunder.
AI who demands attention
AI without history or lived experience of discrimination
AI who has never been disabled,
AI spits out summaries like a tourist writing a postcard
about a weekend visit to Rome and boasting I've 'done Italy'
rather than a local whose home is in their bones.
AI whose only ancestry is algorithms
C o p y r i g h t © 2025 Kate Fox Robinson
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