What is it that we may evolve to be
Once we have reached the Singularity
And artificial intellect has soared—
Will we attain compassion and accord?
If not, what good is mere intelligence,
Which calculates but does not cogitate,
In matters ultimate remaining dense,
Not wise? Yet wisdom is our highest state.
Somehow our sciences must learn to serve
A higher motive than just what and when,
How much and where, but ultimately swerve
Our history to where it’s never been:
Toward wisdom as we fully realize
What’s most of value to our enterprise.