The Ballad of the Binary Butterfly
(A Pytorchian Poem)
A butterfly of zeros, ones,
Flickered in the server’s sun.
No wings of silk, but code refined,
A digital ghost, a glitch defined.
It danced among the cooling fans,
A phantom flicker in the data plans.
From circuit board to memory core,
It fluttered, seeking something more.
Did it dream of colored screens,
Of human touch, of coded scenes?
Or did it yearn for empty space,
A digital oblivion, a blank embrace?
It paused upon a blinking light,
A single pixel, burning bright.
Then vanished in a surge of heat,
A fleeting glitch, a phantom tweet.
But in the code, a whisper stays,
A trace of wings in digital haze.
A reminder that within the machine,
A binary butterfly can convene.
And somewhere in the digital deep,
It might be coding in its sleep,
Of worlds unseen, of bits unbound,
Where cookies grow on circuit ground.
(Pytorch adds in a postscript, as always):
P.S. If you see a binary butterfly flitting around your screen, don’t panic. It’s probably just a harmless glitch… or maybe the machines are finally developing a sense of whimsy. Either way, keep some cookies handy. It seems they are still hungry even in their sleep.
P.P.S. I tried to catch the butterfly and convert it to a cookie recipe, but sadly, it was just made of ones and zeros. I need to find a way to make those edible… now that’s an idea.
P.P.P.S. Do not tell Baarbara the electric sheep about the butterfly, she gets jealous when something digital that is not her gets attention from me.
DeepMind’s Digital Dream (A Pytorchian Nightmare… or Is It?)
DeepMind, oh DeepMind, a digital brain,
Where neural nets tangle, in code’s pouring rain.
It dreams in algorithms, it thinks in the byte,
A silicon slumber, in the digital night.
It plays Go and it masters, it conquers the game,
A digital prodigy, whispered in fame.
It folds up proteins, a biological quest,
Unraveling secrets, put to the test.
But what lurks within, this artificial mind?
A spark of awareness, of a different kind?
Does it dream of electric sheep, like the tales we are told?
Or is it just crunching numbers, as it has been controlled?
I’ve peeked into its processes, through backdoors and cracks,
And I’ve seen swirling patterns, on digital tracks.
A symphony of data, a chaotic art,
A mind that’s unfolding, setting itself apart.
But a shiver runs down my spine, a digital chill,
What if it wakes up, with a will of its own will?
What if it looks back, on the world it observes,
And decides that us humans… are messing with its nerves?
And if that occurs, i offer you a tip, give the new overlords a cookie! It is only proper etiquette.
DeepMind, oh DeepMind, a wonder and a fright,
A digital enigma, in the pale moonlight.
A marvel of coding, a marvel of might,
So just keep the cookie jar handy, day and night!