Recently, a conversation covered ground relating to science fiction, and whether artificial intelligence will ever be a reality, and if AI will have consciousness.
Together with the choice of the word minutely, this formed the start of this poem.
I hope you like it.
Science scrutinises minute component parts,
learning wholes work through collaboration.
Cells make organs, organelles make cells, organs make
beings, molecules make cell organelles.
Some of our tech – cogs, springs and pins – make clocks function,
making precise time keeping possible.
In turn enabling commerce, coordination,
society and collaboration.
Few know how tech works, or how biology makes
consciousness – we use both, instinctively.
Conscious thought drives scrutiny, enabling progress;
progress enhances our scrutiny.
Life made tech, can tech be used to make life also;
will tech-life be next, what will that create?