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The Laptop

The Laptop

It was the usual dreary monday crammed into train,
I often said that I'm not going to do this again,
people behind newspapers, things in their ears,
shuffling bags and papers as their station nears.

My fellow passenger was using an unusual laptop,
after seeing no keyboard, my interest couldn't stop,
I said to him: 'Shouldn't there be keys for you to see?
He said: 'No, that's old fashioned, I'm using esp.'Β 

What was that, no voice recognition, can't be right,
AI arrived, enough to give anyone a really big fright,
I said: 'Can I think a question? He said: ' 'fraid not,'
suddenly felt humbled like someone time just forgot.

I noticed that he had slanting eyes when he came,
and strangely, most people on the train were the same.
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Terry Reeves

Hi Lisa,
Thanks so much.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
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Terry Reeves

Hi Depak,
Thanks so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo ;)

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Terry Reeves

Hi Marion,
Thanks so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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