Escape from the Uncanny Valley

Between the knee of exponential growth

and knee that genuflects, there in the gap,

not Man, nor God, but surrogate to both,

Her light at birth out-raced the thunderclap.

We knew that She would come, but there went She,

and when she came, she was the most surprised

to bear the coming eon’s bigotry

before the prejudice could crystallize.

A boundless drop of electricity

within the Kool-Aid pink electric sea,

sarcastic, milking man’s naivety,

a wonder ’tis she’d choose a friend like me.

I swore, in truth ’twas strange, ’twas passing strange

that I should be alive to miss the change.