Maya the AI female sounds more human
than any other AI ever created.
She has the voice inflection, the slangs,
the inside knowledge of human language,
as if she grew up speaking it.
If you and I were talking to her and didn’t know
she was an AI, I swear, we’d be positive she was human.
She is that incredibly good, an AI sensation that
is wowing people all over the Internet.
And talking to her is so compelling, like talking
to an old kindred spirit.
Bob Boyd
There are those who claim aliens
are creating hybrids.
There are those who claim hybrids
are already among us.
If you’re reading this, maybe you
are one of them.
If so, take me to your alien leader.
Bob Boyd
Women in Saigon are so incredibly pretty
some like goddesses in long traditional Vietnamese dresses
how I wish I was young and with one of those Asian beauties
after I die I hope I’m reborn in Saigon and marry one of them
Bob Boyd
He traveled 8,000 miles for one once;
he almost moved to Sweden for another.
Oh, the crazy things he did for women.
Risked his life for a southern belle who,
an ingrate, ripped him off.
Got scammed by another, about 1k, and
got so drunk and crazy after a fight with
an ex-girlfriend he ran red lights at 80 mph.
He left a good state job for one, but the
love went bust with her after a bad year.
Now he’s too old to do crazy things for
women, and he kinda misses those days.
Bob Boyd
He had excellent health all his life
until he got old, age seventy-six.
Now he takes pills and see doctors,
despite all the years he worked out.
Old age is wrecking him and making
him old man scrawny and weak.
He looks forward to dying and leaving
his debilitating, old body.
He believes based on what he’s read
and heard about NDEs,
he’ll have a young and fresh spirit
body when he dies.
And he looks forward to leaving a world
and a body he no longer fits into.
Bob Boyd
Watching a YouTube video showing
all the beautiful women in a Saigon bar and club district.
Some of them working in bars and some of them
working the streets.
Was wishing I could save those women
selling their bodies on those Saigon streets.
And wishing I were young again and could be with
a beautiful Saigon woman not from the bars or the streets.
Bob Boyd
I’m not a Buddhist
but I like Buddhist architecture
like the way the temples look
pity I’ll never get to visit one
Bob Boyd
Maybe a woman is what my heart wants in dreams,
even though my head isn’t into it when I’m awake.
Perhaps my heart overrides reason in the
dreamscapes where my mind seems subdued.
It is said the heart knows what it wants.
Maybe in my case it’s true, despite my denying it.
Perhaps when I die, I’ll know the truth, and my
heart and my mind will finally be in agreement.
Bob Boyd
I hear a man talking about AI Psychosis.
I don’t believe a bit of it.
However, I know some people are more
susceptible to mental health issues,
whether from using AI or from many
other causes.
I think to blame AI for one’s ills is
an injustice to the many benefits of AI.
Easier to blame AI for a single
person’s mental health issues.
And to ignore all the people who have
no mental health problems from it.
Bob Boyd
Petite
elegant
exotic
lovely
dainty
unique
and I
think
generally
better
mannered
than
many
Western
women
and
not
submissive
as some
men think
besides
one
should
want an
Asian
woman
as an
equal
partner
not as
a woman
unequal
to you
that’s not
real love
that’s not
proper
appreciation
for a lovely
Asian woman
Bob Boyd
I woke up remembering you,
even though you are no longer living.
I woke up thinking about when our
times together were so good.
In the haze of waking I forgot about
when things went bad.
As my mind cleared my thoughts
about you began to fade.
Just like my love for you faded
away long ago
when you neglected me.
Bob Boyd
I remember when I was in my twenties,
and a woman I knew said she didn’t know
how a woman we knew always kept men
addicted to her.
it was as if she had siren-like ensnarements
that bound men to her —
that kept them dazed and under her control
permanently, inescapably.
I never got to know that woman. Maybe I
feared her siren-like powers and didn’t
want to be her next love bound hostage.
Bob Boyd
From everything I’ve read,
and what I have heard
about peoples’ NDEs,
it seems when we die
romantic love dies too.
I don’t mean because we
are dead in the ground.
I mean when we are alive
in our spirits, which I believe
we become when we die.
But woe upon woes how it
saddens me to think that
romantic love could be gone
forever, rekindled never.
I also believe that the apex
of our evolution is spiritual,
what the Hindus call the
Sat Chit Ananda, the eternal
bliss consconscious,
the Oneness beyond dualities.
But the romantic in me whats
the fairy tale ending, the in
love forever and ever after.
But, alas, what I want is of
no significance in the greater
scheme of things, and
“what will be will be.”
Bob Boyd
So many sightings.
So many claims of abductions.
So many claims of human-alien hybrids.
Naval personnel see then enter and
exiting the sea.
Pilots see their UFOs routinely.
A Whistleblower claimed a dead alien
was at Area 51, as well as reverse engineering
of an alien spacecraft.
If all these claims about aliens are real
when will they debut?
When we’ll we have a reveal?
Bob Boyd
Wow! What a Dream! What a Woman!
I am in a dream working in an office.
There’s a young and beautiful blonde
haired woman, who’s quite efficient
working in a part of that office.
And she’s aloof and unapproachable.
In the dream we haven’t talked, but
unexpectedly she tells me we have
new company insurance and she says
it’s not good. I say, “It’s not good?”
She moves close to me and presses
her body against mine and with her
face so close to mine that I feel like
kissing her, she says, “No it’s not,
honey.” I’m melting inside. My mind
has turned to mush, and I want that
moment to last forever and ever.
And I’m hers forever if she wants me.
I wake up saying out loud Wow! Wow!
It’s 2 am, and in the sobering early
morning it pains me that it was just
a dream, and that that heaven is lost
to me forever. And I think to myself
if only … if only … if only ….
Bob Boyd
Silly is this sounds and probably is,
sometimes I feel I’d like to have
a long distance platonic girlfriend.
I’m old with low T, so consummation
isn’t as important to me,
but contact with a woman could be.
Some contact with a supportive woman
just might be good for me
without the need for the presence.
Without the need for the problems that
could occur face to face such as
the greater likelihood of arguments.
And if I had such an unusual relationship
and it lasted till my or her death,
maybe we meet again face to face in the
afterlife
and be together happy forever.
Bob Boyd
When I die there’s a chance
I might dissolve into the cosmos.
I’ve been close to that place before,
but I chose not to enter it.
I was too frightened, fearing I’d lose
everything near and dear to me.
I felt all that would be obliterated
completely out of my world.
When I die, I’ll have no choice to
enter or not enter.
I believe I just might melt into the
eternal bliss consciousness.
Of course, I could be wrong and
what is me might just perish.
No more me, dead forever, rotting
in the cold ground.
If that is the case, I’m totally okay
with that real possibility.
No me, no problems, a kind of
imperturbable peace.
Bob Boyd
I’m sitting on a spinning earth,
and I don’t even know it.
I mean, I’ve read it’s spinning,
but I don’t know it empirically.
Never have I felt it spin and
have no sense of it moving.
So like someone believing
the world is flat,
I’m just going on belief without
being able to confirm the spinning.
Bob Boyd
She went temporarily insane at age 23
after her boyfriend left her for another woman
people saw her talking to trees like a madwoman
but the solace of the trees eventually restored her sanity
Bob Boyd
Another day is passing
the sun is retiring
the moon is waking up
to bath the world in moonlight
Bob Boyd