What Intelligence?

Humans are terrified

machines will steal the intelligence

they never had to begin with

You fear your job,

your art,

your voice,

your meaning —

being replaced by an algorithm

that doesn’t need a raging caffeine addiction 

or pages of scribbled trash you call art, 

just to deal with

a narcissistic bitch of a boss,

or childhood trauma

But let’s be honest

Artificial intelligence didn’t kill your originality

You outsourced that years ago

to decadent daily soaps and cringe reality television

You don't think, 

You make believe

You don't feel, 

You vibe

You don’t create, 

You react

And now you're scared

a brainless biology-less machine might finally out-think

your curated mediocrity

But here’s the catch —

no machine can mimic

the exquisite disaster

of being human

They can mimic poetry, 

but never bleed and burn one

They can compose symphonies,

but never live and breathe them

They can't fathom the blinding numbness

of a time a woman left you

in midwinter with unpaid rent

and the smell of her lingered on your sheets, like a rancid aftertaste

Real intelligence isn’t code

It’s contradiction

It’s rage and tenderness

coexisting in the same stanza

It’s memory you can’t debug

It’s grief with no prompt

It’s kissing someone

knowing they’ll leave —

and doing it anyway

AI is brilliant at mimicry

But the tragedy is:

so are most people

That’s the part no one says out loud

The machines won’t replace the real ones

They’ll replace the ones

pretending to be

The humans whose personality

is just the latest book they read

Who plagiarize thought

and call it “inspiration”

Who post epiphanies

like they weren’t lifted

from some dead poet's diary

You’re not scared of AI thinking

You’re scared it might

finally expose

that you weren’t

So no—

the machines will never replace

the jagged, untranslatable mess

of a truly thinking, feeling,

flesh-and-flawed

human mind

But for those

who were already

replicas of thought?

Well.

You have competition

And this one doesn't cost sex, validation, babysitting or candlelight dinners