At the marble-pillared door to New York’s Puck building
owned by Jared Kushner, housing the Open AI company.
Sixty of us, shouting at security guards on the steps
with tech bros sneaking in and out, smiling guiltily…
“We don’t want your Chat GPT!
“We don’t want your Chat GPT!
The first job of the billionaire economy
is to keep us in the role of hardcore consumers
But the billionaires have one trick they haven’t solved —
The re-making of the Earth into a consumer. The final sale.
So they are spending millions to make a Replacement Planet.
We must hold fast to who we are, our original actual selves.
Every purchase is virtually alive, wanting to be our life-coach.
Drowning us in the sea of identical details. We get to the shore
And information shoots at us from the teeth of celebrities.
We try to talk. Our words fall on the ground like pixel crystals.
We try to listen. But Democracy is advertising. Freedom is
consensual hypnosis. The American Dream is a forever war.
The Open AI website says it saves forests faster than people
as the data centers smash into nature like an international rash.
The virtual truth is the worst kind of untruth….
We can only love if we escape the virtual and find the actual.
How do we speak truly, with words that aren’t encoded?
Hand in hand, can we break out of the product bubble?
It will take love, unmediated raw love. Shocking truth.
We’ll start over with a love on the lam. Make a run for it.
Virtual reality will hunt us with high-tech orgasms, sunsets
with soundtracks, the world wars of information called AI.
The Earth is earthquaking AI so that we can really love.
Rev. Billy