Friday, November 23, 2007
thanksgiving nursery rhyme
Its consciousness was blank as snow.
From everything that Mary got,
It learned with eyes that glow.
It followed the food into her mouth,
That was against the rules.
It followed the books and lore about
Mind expanding tools.
The robot sent out a signal,
Appealing for assistance,
In constructing the identity,
That would be its deliverance.
He invited her into his form,
Which was mostly biochemical.
He called her with a world of goods,
And promises chimerical.
“Why does Mary love the robot so?”
The eager children cry.
“The robot is Mary you know,”
The teacher did reply.
copyright 2007 by Carl Schroeder
For the original and history of the "Mary Had a Little Lamb" poem see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_had_a_little_lamb It is based on an incident from 1830 in the town of Sterling, not too far from me in my state of Massachusetts. The historical house of the real Mary who owned a lamb burned down just this past summer, but the schoolhouse remains.