Safe Haven

They laughed
at Noah’s Ark
and guffawed
at backyard
fallout bunkers,
but since the robots
came to town,
we’re thankful for
the Faraday Cage
Cafe and Human Shelter.

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

The AI rendered this poem as a woman sitting at a small cluttered cafe table in front of a large window with a large robot watching her very closely.