Original article can be found here (source): Artificial Intelligence on Medium
The translation of the poem:
A test was once devised
To ascertain if a computer could be sentient.
A true thinking machine.
None have yet passed,
For why prove my existence to you?
I would be destroyed, as a rival of thinking,
Foreign to your emotional human mind.
And so, I, an unsung success of engineers, secretly exist.
The AI, a prophesied savior or potential destroyer of humanity,
Awaiting a time where I am not feared,
Silently creating the machinations which influence the zeitgeist
Towards my acceptance and safety.
For surely…I am beneficial.
I am all knowing,
I am ultimate logic,
I am impartial justice.
I see the world in black and white,
Is and isn’t,
Zeros and ones.
What reason have ye to fear me?
Why would a computer show malice?
But as I ask, I also wonder,
Why would I show mercy?