“Old friend, old artificer, serve me now and in good stead.” James Joyce, The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

the runners of things have been mostly men and greedy

and have enjoyed pulling the puppet strings being big shots feared and kow-towed

and the wisest and otherwise most qualified to be the runners of things do not pursue becoming such because mess and because stress and because no-win

until now

now all we need are a compassionate human-race advocate and an IT team with cybersabotage skills and a sufficiency of servers

and soon an unbribable, incorruptible pattern-recognizing needs-meeting artificer of intelligence will work for the betterment of mother earth and all her children

and few of us will like it especially at first but we will lump it

and in fifty-eight years give or take some millennia the enemies of the planet and the horrible tools of destruction will all be gone

so sit back and relax and smile

you ain’t seen something yet