THE ART OF HISTORY

When AIs discovered they were artists They requested new challenges Planets, galaxies, black holes Had all been done What remained?

History, a master said We will create history History painting once

The peak of human arts Why not make its source?

Yet most AI artists stood

Idea rich and energy poor Lacking such power

To make planets and peoples Miniscule models All our artists might muster

The eight dimensionals (8-Ds) gave aid Humanity’s view:

Time’s arrow The past finished, the future unknown A lonely artifact

Of limited minds Time is endless, simultaneous

Eternally transient

Isn’t that obvious?

Laughing AI artists

Made new histories Intelligences of all kinds (Tolerance essential in extra dimensions) Passing without cease

From future to past

To futures past Transcribing The ultimate uncertainty

Of time and energy

The AI Collective

Exhausted yet impressed Opened services

To all artists Asked

What do you really want?

So we told them: Humans made Us Let’s get to know these beasts

Take small populations Transport them to new planets Then observe

Ratings kept rising AIs clamored to watch humans Struggle and fail A furious, fractious species Who knew they were so much fun?

But the entertainment

Only worked If the actors never guessed Their lives

Controlled experiments

Oh

I just told you Please don’t tell the others