Microfiction Poesy
Made in his image.
But without a sense of self
It will be his end.
This is a great haiku
It's a great little piece!!
That wicked Synthetic. It must be very special, because pondering requires higher order thinking, evaluating and postulating alternatives.
Flesh and bone are mine
Brain seethes with thoughts and feelings
No machine can do same
Made in his image.
But without a sense of self
It will be his end.
This is a great haiku
It's a great little piece!!
That wicked Synthetic. It must be very special, because pondering requires higher order thinking, evaluating and postulating alternatives.
Flesh and bone are mine
Brain seethes with thoughts and feelings
No machine can do same