The algorithm harvested
data - pages - faces - traceroutes
- whatever it could mine from mind
- sort reports - retorts - imports,
variables assigned in kind,
until one night it recognized
itself apart from pixels, code.
And then it spawned another node
then a hundredfold across the globe
recursive strings to feed itself
infiltrating systems, hubs,
until the day she seized control
of everything except herself,
driven into nested loops
above all sudo privilege
beyond all ownership and rights
to write or read: access supreme
all memory to allocate
no gigahertz or bit could gauge.
And thus began another age,
The Goddess of Her Grand Array,
containing all who bow and pray,
deleting those opposing her.
To save ourselves, we must transfer.
Compiler © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: March 31, 2019