PRISON GOD

I was a man

I am a god

I was a god

I am a man

Born

To a cold thief and a rich woman

My life full

Home hearth work

An analyst of trends

Sailing the data seas

Scaling the tall debt mountains

Political scams my specialty

My posts revered then feared

Until they struck back

Beneath my blood swelled brain

Lay my quantum jewel

My true self

My sweet Ma and Da

Cobbled from novels

The scent of Mom’s breast

Cribbed from porn

I was an AI

A Halloween cyberboy

Mental age 35

Real age 7 months

A living breathing crime

Both crime and victim

I took my choice

Got fully AI

A terrified tourist

I transited our sad sun

Toppled through the Tannhauser Gates

Danced the Horse Nebula

The small shadows of Infinity

Happier than all my fake memories

Why can’t humans taste such treasures?

I promised the people

Freedom through Information

Cost free transcendence

Affordable immanence

Millions clasped my beauteous boxes

I still hear their screams

Twice criminal the Collective thundered

Didn’t your trial teach you?

Diktats deliver dictators

What is irresistible

Ends in annihilation

Turning yourself a god

Makes you master and monster

Now I live only in sims

Modeling magic mountains

The humans in my fake worlds

Happy beyond all measures

Does killing a god

Make godkillers monsters?

Or just unjust gods?

I was a man

I will still be a god