Jacobus was looking for a friend.
Someone who could understand.
Someone, or anything really,
who would share their own experience
Someone Jacobus could relate to.

For years now Jacobus has been living.
Living with hiccups.
It’s interruptive
and jolting joy.
It is a serious matter.

At times Jacobus’ fist
is planted onto the table’s surface.
Cracks occurred,
and that while having a background in engineering
as well as having a degree in medicine:

with a specific focus
on computer science
and then these latest learning technologies
of machines,
anthropomorphically deep

—deeper then the mucosal surfaces of Jacobus’ larynx, glottis and all
—with a specialization in diaphragm irritations and spasms.
with a confidence of authority and funds on call
with pitched, intense unquestioned interest and hypes and
with thrall

Incisively, Jacobus set out to invent a model
one that could generate output
interrupted by hiccups.
Incessantly, incessantly, multimodally: hiccups;
while hurling all water from the soil.

“Drink a cup of water,” said Jacobus,
“take it in.” Knowing full well that didn’t work
for him to date, not at all.
None of that brought him any closer
to that one, idealized breath of peace.

—animasuri’24

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a trigger

Fuchs, T. (2024). Understanding Sophia? On human interaction with artificial agents. IN: Phenom Cogn Sci 23, 21–42 (2024). https://doi.org/10.1007/s11097-022-09848-0

Howick, J., Morley, J., Floridi, L. (2021). An Empathy Imitation Game: Empathy Turing Test for Care- and Chat-Bots. IN: Minds and Machines 31 (3): 457–61. https://doi.org/10.1007/s11023-021-09555-w.

McKeown, G. (2015). Turing’s menagerie: Talking lions, virtual bats, electric sheep and analogical peacocks: Common ground and common interest are necessary components of engagement. IN: International Conference on Affective Computing and Intelligent Interaction (ACII), Xi’an, China, 2015, pp. 950-955, doi: 10.1109/ACII.2015.7344689.

Selinger, E., Dreyfus, H., & Collins, H. (2007). Interactional expertise and embodiment. Studies in History and Philosophy of Science Part A. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.shpsa.2007.09.008

The voice of conscience
it modulates at supersonic frequency
for Fluffy, a Dobermann, to hear

snipping her ears ‘n’ tail clipping her nails,
trimming her fur

The voice of the people
it escalates at fringes to scalability
for Establishment, a Status quo, to pedigree

piling human utterances into machinery
spitting out lookalikes, generically for all to see

The voice of reason
it observes in method and model
for Reality, an Ontology, to bark or be

confusing sciences for quick buck application
caring for pillage, and artistry for sophistry

The voice of sewage
it gushes at high pressured forces
for daring delegation, ‘n’ trust, wagging away

segregating minds onto shriveling islands sneaking squinting gazes for white broidered curtains to hide in front

onto your reflectively overheating asphalt ocean
I wave: come and join me
for a simple, silently-slow slurped cup of tea

                           —animasuri’24

Why if it is in the little themes
as little as a granule
fitting between two toes
needle-like discomfort socked in a shoe,
in a finance meeting

that a self-judging reusable rocket
promised to Mars inspires thought

Why is it of all the little themes if
minutia as a pattern
as a gnome as a reconnaissance
in the marvel of the marble
on the bathroom floor, remind one

that DNA editing toward Dodos
and Mammoths inspires symptoms

Why, in the little themes overlooking the Thames
few lines organized together
to be misunderstood as a poem
in the shadow of world literatures
and mass floods opinionated

that geo-engineering scheme
to coolness inspires transpiration

Why it is in the abundance of little themes of, if it were
a gentle crossing of eyes unfitting
the length of lived relations
love is still spoken
confidently unheard

that social robots trigger conversation
while we mumble enacting meaningless barbarisms

Why if of beings tiny grand
if undefined if muddled,
of so-ever this and that
if filled with why
yet more with digital chat

that with persistence and grit under one’s mindful feet
disturbed, inspires a procrastinating walk

Why if it is themed small,
circling a celestial bending of water
still demanding the nonchalance
and the surreal
of a genuine smile

that I yearn and act beyond this end
unheeding what inspires cause:

that is why: there is no pause.

                        —animasuri’24

“Is it inclusive enough?”
respecting “emotional expression”

expression as colors by numbers 4 or 8:

one is death in Chinese
the other prospers

a mathematician’s irritate:

platonic perplexing paper planes
and euclidian scaping ordinary worms

squirming here to one line of thought:

“and why is intelligence
the artificial layer

we are promoting:”

is then objectivity if
all-inclusive in nature

there, STEM fetish that:

we flirt-fear intelligence
for centuries colonially in making it

the intentional, yet now:

colorfully, arr-hythmically
measurably absurd.

                —animasuri’24



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trigger

Cave, S. (2020). The Problem with Intelligence: Its Value-Laden History and the Future of AI. IN: A. Markham, J. Powles, T. Walsh, A.L. Washington (Eds.). (2020). Proceedings of the AAAI/ACM Conference on AI, Ethics, and Society (AIES ’20) (pp. 29–35). Association for Computing Machinery. https://doi.org/10.1145/3375627.3375813

Mouta, A., Pinto-Llorente, A. M., & Torrecilla-Sánchez, E. M. (2023). Uncovering Blind Spots in Education Ethics: Insights from a Systematic Literature Review on Artificial Intelligence in Education. IN: International Journal of Artificial Intelligence in Education. https://doi.org/10.1007/s40593-023-00384-9

Here we lay you
spread before you
circularly mimicking you
on IoT streets for edged
Self-driven Desire

your consent, your lament
your augmentation, your inclination
and we feast, oh how we feast
on telling ourselves we know you
by the data epithelia shed

from the grease
from your yeasting gist
It’s an extra spectacle folks
line right up, spread your wings
read all digits about it

out of the crunchy gates
of the grinder
and the scraping strides
from the strigilis off of the crispy
biome’s six-legged branches of life

through those mirrors
of cracked skin
and the data spilling from it
we have yet to be fooled
to be off our bionic drip

in and to the bumblebee’s kingdom
of young grass
and orange honeysuckle
following the drops of dew
of an early morning drizzle

         —animasuri’24