A machine is tasked with programming Love, only to discover love’s vast complexity. |
There once was a machine That tried to mimic love With calculated functions It deemed adequate enough Whirring of its systems Clicking of the gears It would formulate equations And then follow and adhere It thought it would start simple One plus one is equaled two But love doesn’t always equate that way And it had the machine fooled It searched through the examples Finding squares and roots But no matter the equation There was nothing there to suit It took much time to process For years and months went by And despite all the facts and logics There was nothing to apply For the rules and restrictions Of the mathematic laws Just couldn’t quite equate to love And so then Love must be flawed Yet, constantly critiquing And adjusting the parameters To create a rule of love Through the charge of its capacitors It’s tasks were never-ending Always coming into fault And the power used to process love Had almost drawn it to a halt The machine finally found an answer Against all of its programming That one plus one is sometimes one Although not fully understanding For if one plus one is sometimes one And one plus one is two Then when one adds or subtracts Is that love then overruled? The machine hummed a while Searching its libraries Trying to calculate The variables and queries Integers and binary Booleans and patterns Calculated logically Then calculated backwards It whirled and ticked and spun and flashed Increasing in its efforts With so much for it to process It’s powers had to divert The machine started to overheat It started to malfunction Until finally its process seized And erred with corruption Infinite possibilities And rules yet to exist That would only just be broken If love chose to persist The machine would never mimic love Not ever coming close Because love was something far beyond No equation could denote © GaratheDen ©HeartOfBabel |