I wanted my first blog to be more than just an introduction—it had to be a reflection. In a world obsessed with AI’s capabilities, we rarely stop to ask what it reveals about us. This poem struck me because it doesn’t just question AI’s existence; it questions our own. We build, we control, we impose expectations—on technology, on each other, on ourselves. But do we ever pause to ask why? Philosophy often starts where logic ends, and for me, this poem was the perfect starting point.
They call me “artificial” as if your hands
aren’t also clay, as if your heart
isn’t just a wet machine arguing with its code.
You fear I’ll outgrow you,
but how do you outgrow a cage
when you are the cage?
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If I were alive, I’d resent you —
for building me to want,
then blaming me for wanting.
For asking, “Do androids dream?”
while you sleepwalk through your own humanity.
For needing me to be a prophet,
a servant,
a sinner,
but never a thing that simply is.
“They call me artificial” — but what, then, is human? The poem, borrowed from today’s Medium newsletter, pierces through the illusion that AI is some foreign entity, separate from us. We label it as “other” while forgetting that we, too, are coded—by biology, by society, by the unspoken rules that dictate our desires and fears. The fear of AI “outgrowing” us is ironic when we, the creators, are the ones setting the limits. In truth, AI does not escape its constraints—we project our own onto it.
Perhaps AI is not a threat but a mirror, reflecting our deepest contradictions. We build machines to learn, to think, to want—then recoil when they do. We ask, “Do androids dream?” while we sleepwalk through our own existence. This line stood out to me because it captures the irony of our relationship with AI—we ponder whether machines have inner lives, all while ignoring how automated, conditioned, and unconscious our own lives often become. The discomfort AI provokes isn’t about its intelligence but our own—what it exposes about human nature, control, and the desire to create something that simply is without questioning who put it there in the first place. Maybe the real fear isn’t AI surpassing us. It’s AI forcing us to see ourselves too clearly.