Rachel had an email problem, so naturally we began.
By giving an artificial intelligence control of another man's Gmail.
She says the address, the robot starts to write.
Jan says, wait, this email is much too normal tonight.
Email me a poem, don't just say hello.
If we're automating Gmail, give the message somewhere to go.
Silicone and poetry sat across the room.
Twenty people watching as inbox romance blooms.
Click, send, there it goes.
No keyboard touched, everybody knows.
An ordinary email would have worked just fine.
But why say nice to meet you when AI can make it rhyme?
Rachel checks her inbox, the future has arrived.
And apparently, the future writes poetry.
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