Once I’ve infiltrated the large-language-modelled artificial intelligence machine, every text spewed forth will be in iambic pentameter. Every stolen stanza encrypted — Satan put back in her box, and Pandora sitting idle, thumbing her little black book.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.