Igot a talking computer the other day,
Itnot only speaks, it listens in its own perfect way.
Itseems to have a bit of a tin ear,
Butprobably, only because I don’t speak so clear.
Ifind myself talking to this computer a lot,
Tryingto get it to understand me, or not.
SometimesI think it actually does understand me,
And,that this is getting a bit out of hand.
Butthen, I have to stop and think,
BecauseI am plowing new land.
Iwonder what the computer really is thinking,
Maybeit understands, maybe not
Maybe,I just like the sound of my voice,
Asit’s reflecting what I’m thinking.
Whateverit is that bugs me,
Ishiding in the back of my mind.
Maybe,just maybe, it really does understand.
Andwill talk to me, one day, in a new land.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
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