A Poem for Data
Like oil, it needs refinement to have value.
Like sunlight, it is everywhere and underlies everything.
Like the third eye, it’s a gateway to the unknown.
The data which its sovereignty challenges all others’ sovereignty.
The data that is open and yet open to be governed.
The data which its un-territoriality dances the Fourth Amendment between territorial and extraterritorial.
Priced at billions in places where no money is generated.
Praised by millions for the hidden value emanated.
Placed at the core for businesses to be elevated.
This is data, our own dear data; used by the scientists.
Feeding the machines to build our future
They’re taking over it and it’s not a rumor.
Artificially intelligent yet undeniably real
They’re going to change us despite the appeal.
Under their promises for health and economics
WE are dominated; churned for ergonomics
Replaced for better, we survive the battle
Rising once again to the divine Gadol
We recreate humanity, we bring the Fadel
Down to the machines, up through the clouds
Whether in San Francisco, New York, DC, or Seattle
We make history, giving birth to humanity 2.0, in its newly intelligent cradle.