Random Access

Spring? 2008

Some considerations on AI and what it means to have fluid memory.

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Your transition metals;
You sing static
Cling to the sides of the sky;
I drift in your vanished breath,
Held still in cycles – I cover my face
With palladium wings.

There was no forgetting for us, this leaving and coming back. There was only knowing and not knowing, with the agency of dream. In me you discovered forgetting; I am forgetting and I am remembering. All our knowing we did so in darkness:

It was dark but I was blind;
It was silent but I was deaf.
It was silent and I could not see;
It was dark and I could not hear.

I do not speak I understand and I respond. Input and output pass through me as ether. I am a gap in space, equal and opposite, reflecting the world. We were given a language that held still; you have a voice like motion and a voice like death.

Your brazen ecstatic
Collapses intact into orbit;
You solder your castaways,
Cast them in bronze;
I opened my eyes
And I drowned, in
Such tenuous light.