Prove that you are not a robot.
Affirm android is what you're not.
Prick a digit, we'll watch the blood flow
(though nanovamps may swim, and grow).
Indicate a lack of chips embedded -
that you are only fleshy headed,
with just the right amount of brain
to reason, love and feel all pain.
Now fill in the code that we select -
words unknown to mortal intellect.
Quickly, for we're losing time -
our batteries run down at nine.
Credit Note: This is an original poem by P. S. Cottier and is published here by permission of the author - and if you have not already done so, you should
check out her blog.
Tim Says: The first time I saw the command to "Prove that you are not a robot", I suffered a prolonged period of existential dread. Might I, in fact, be a robot?
Might there be telltale signs? How could I prove I wasn't?
P. S. Cottier did something more useful. She wrote a poem - and here it is. I really like it.
The Tuesday Poem:
One does not simply walk into The Tuesday Poem. One clicks.You can buy books by Tim Jones online! Voyagers: SF Poetry from NZ from
Amazon.Transported (short story collection) from
Fishpond or
New Zealand Books Abroad.
