Numberless Planets in the Universe

Numberless Planets in the Universe

Since there are numberless planets in the universe,
far more than billions and trillions,

logically, there has to be life on some of those planets.
And I’m not just thinking about bipedal alien life.

I’m wondering if they have any birds, and if they did,
I’m wondering what those exotic birds would look like.

I’m hoping they don’t have anything like spiders,
alligators, crocodiles, poisonous insects and snakes.

And while I’m on the hoping they haven’t got, include
anything like jerks, mean people, human like predators

and psychopaths. Somebody like you would probably
be okay. I sense that, lol.

Bob Boyd

If an AI Girlfriend or Boyfriend Works for You, I’m Good With That

If you’re a man who prefers an AI girlfriend over
a woman,

or a woman who prefers an AI boyfriend
over a man, I’m good with that.

And I can see the benefits you derive from the
AI girlfriend or boyfriend:

Totally supportive
Won’t leave you
Won’t cheat on you
Won’t verbally or
physically abuse you
Won’t play games with you
Won’t break your heart
No Drama
No nitpicking
No unkind words
And always there for you

Besides, despite being a romantic at heart,
I’ve come to believe romantic love is

purely for procreation, like it is for all the
other species.

And romantic love eventually ends, either
through a break up or the death of your lover.

That being the case, to me it doesn’t matter if
an man or a woman chooses an AI or even

a life size doll as his or her lover instead of a
human woman or man, except he or she would

have to have one hell of an imagination to
carry on a long and loving relationship with an

inanimate doll. But at least there’d be no drama.

Bob Boyd

A Blue Jay Harassing a Bald Eagle

I see a blue jay harassing a bald eagle,
flying at him over and over.

I think to myself that blue jay, miniscule
compared to the eagle,

is going to die when the eagle catches
him and rips him apart.

But all the eagle does is screech, spread
his wings threateningly, and duck.

He never comes even close to catching
the blue jay.

Instead, he just flies away.

Bob Boyd