We’ll start with a proposition, like Wittgenstein
(it'll make the rest seem less negative):
"Here, all discourses overlap and intertwine.
The bridges where they meet are smeared with expletive."
There’s little of substance in this fifth line;
the bot to which it was assigned was rather dumb.
Automation is a sort of joyless jouissance,
unlike Jack Horner’s as he pulls his plum.
Ah, how it shines once more - this “re” in our “naissance”!
Borges would have taken great delight in this crap -
this random, mindless, dead infinitude.
Conscience and conscientiousness? We’ll let them nap
as the machines conpixel a colossal nude
to stream on some new altar of wonder,
obliviating our colossal new blunder.