I had a dream recently about a sexy librarian (you know, the one with the glasses and the bun). I woke up thinking "wot, are you like 12?!" Still, mid-life crises and cliche enjoyment aside, at least I got a song out of it, with a bit of a twist.
V1
She'll take you from the self-help section
All the way to fantasy
No man can invent a question
That she can’t handle personally
Her grey matter’s so attractive
But seems a little manufactured?
CH
She’s the pied piper - for inquisitive guys
She got us excited - cos we wanted to be so wise
But behind pretty eyes - lies a bitter surprise
What a crime, what a crime, what a crime - that we're not so bright
V2
Essays on antibiotics
She can spit out easily
She can talk about robotics
Like about a member of her family
But her alluring calculation
Feels like a Turing simulation
CH
V3
Married men queue up interested
With innocent inquiries
But they seem to be ingested
And never leave her library
She starts to harvest more enhancements
There’s no off switch, she’s turning rampant
CH
OUTRO
What a crime, what a crime, what a crime -
... that we fell for the hype
... that we’re all gonna die
... that this is goodbye
... cos she's just an AI
