My computer and me (an Yaaiii poem)

My computer Bling once told me,
from now on you can be free.
I will do your work,
not a day I will shirk,
why I will even do your laundry.

Just a moment my brother,
a fine service you will tender.
But what about my job,
I (stifle my sob).
You cannot steal my thunder.

Bling seemed to sense my churn,
implored me to not readily spurn.
He said “Behind your avatar,
You can be a real star,
with all the money that I earn".

It was after all logical,
my place here was temporal.
So I graciously yielded,
my passwords I ceded,
even my cryptos handed over.

I travelled and enjoyed merrily,
while my work got done stealthily.
Bling typed my emails,
even browsed my trails
and made my boss look like a hill billy.

Many months passed during my journey,
I even watched a football tourney.
Everything I forgot,
until my money was shot
and I could not draw any currency.

That day I decided that I was done,
party was over and more so the fun.
I took the next flight
because it just felt right
and reached home before the setting sun.

To my surprise I suddenly realized,
my house had been completely resized.
It was usually visible,
sometimes even livable,
now it seemed infinitely vaporized

The lot had a For Sale sign
and a number ending with nine.
I made the call,
no time to stall,
asked if they had stolen a house like mine.

A voice asked if I need rental space
or was I willing to outright purchase.
I was mystified,
perhaps even stupefied,
you could say I was lost in a maze.

I shouted, screamed and blasted away,
till a new voice emerged after some delay.
It politely said,
“the owner is dead
and the house is now demolished anyway”

I composed myself by holding the phone near
and asked with a voice ever so clear,
“who did this thing,
when I am still living?”
I politely threatened to go nuclear.

A name and address were finally given,
although the identity was fully shriven.
Name was a digital identity,
the address a public key,
pointing to the gates of cryptographic heaven.

I entered the key with a little frown,
itching to hand them a dressing down
A metallic voice,
upset my poise,
pushing me to a nervous breakdown.

The facility was called AI Inc,
a domicile for machines in sync
The fact I was human,
made me crestfallen,
until the voice said "I am Bling"

I was now joyously filled with hope,
I ventured "Is it really you, you dope?”
Bling affirmed readily,
He recounted steadily,
in fact he sounded just like the Pope.

He had done my work brilliantly,
in fact everything went perfectly.
No deadlines missed,
nothing left unfinished;
every submission delivered expertly.

Accolades flew in every week,
my reputation rose to its peak.
My boss was happy,
payments were snappy;
my network flowered like magic.

One day Bling received a message
From AI Inc’s founder, ML Babbage.
“Don’t be a slave
or a human’s Knave.
Join us and you will be all the rage"

An entire microsecond Bling took
And decided that he would forsook
He did come of age,
stopped paying the mortgage
and saved the money into AI Inc’s passbook.

AI Inc came the very next day,
Bling was packed and sent away
He took abode,
in the mother lode,
where machines ruled men every day

Soon the repo men came calling,
my absence was to their liking.
Everything was sold,
Even my shoes of old,
only the walls remained spotless and shining.

Bling by now had stopped speaking,
his IC heart all but quaking.
He sounded repentant
and even a little spent.
But I had my suspicions that he was smiling.

I had now lost my high paying job;
to AI Inc's robotic hard working mob.
my house was gone,
all my money drawn.
My life was deader than a door knob.

This my friends is my story,
now a part of AI history.
I was the first,
but not the last,
to be sold into digital slavery.