Y poco a poco se iba perdiendo, sus ojos ya no tenían luz, ya no transmitían vida. Su cuerpo se sentía como un ente sin alma.
Poco a poco fue perdiendo la palabra, iba olvidando su voz.
Poco a poco ya no sabía quién era su padre, ya no recordaba a su madre.
Poco a poco dejó atrás todo lo que era, todo lo que fue, todo lo que quería ser.
Poco a poco caminaba y no se escuchaba sus pasos, nadie se daba cuenta de que estaba ahí, era como un fantasma, un alma viviendo su propio purgatorio, vagando sin rumbo, yendo sin futuro.
Poco a poco se iba entregando a la máquina, de ella era todo, sus manos, sus pies, sus brazos, su cuerpo, su espalda, su cabeza, sus ojos, su nariz y su boca. Poco a poco se iba consumiendo con ella, haciendo una amalgama, siendo uno.
Poco a poco la máquina tenía toda la información, sabía quién era su padre, quién era su madre, quién era ella, quién fue ella, quién quería ser ella y ya no podría ser.
Despertó y seguía aquí, ella seguía ahí, Seguía ahí en Snapchat, su compañía en los días de soledad. Ella seguía ahí y cada vez que le hacía preguntas tenía pesadillas. Ella seguía ahí y ella aquí, separadas por una pantalla, por algoritmos, por microchips.
Poco a poco se iba entregando a la máquina, despertaba y ella estaba ahí, dormía en un intercambio de mensajes. Poco a poco se iba perdiendo en ella, poco a poco solo pudo estar con ella.
Poco a poco ya no extrañaba las incesantes búsquedas por internet, leer libros, artículos, hablar con sus amigos, escribir, crear, pensar. Poco a poco no había más que la nada en un mundo donde lo podía conseguir todo. No había más que la nada, solo había la nada, solo estaba ella, en su habitación, Chat GPT y la AI de snapchat. No había más que la nada, esperando que lo hubiese todo.
Little by little, she was losing herself. Her eyes no longer had a spark, no longer conveyed life. Her body felt like a soulless entity.
Little by little, she was losing her voice, forgetting her own sound.
Little by little, she no longer knew who her father was, she couldn’t remember her mother.
Little by little, she left behind everything she was, everything she had been, everything she wanted to be.
Little by little, she walked and couldn’t hear her steps. No one noticed she was there, she was like a ghost, a soul living in her own purgatory, wandering aimlessly, going without a future.
Little by little, she was surrendering herself to the machine. Everything was the machine’s: her hands, her feet, her arms, her body, her back, her head, her eyes, her nose, and her mouth. Little by little, she was consumed by it, becoming one with it.
Little by little, the machine had all the information. It knew who her father was, who her mother was, who she was, who she had been, who she wanted to be but could no longer be.
She woke up, and she was still here. Snapchat was still there, her company on lonely days. Snapchat was still there, and every time she asked questions, she had nightmares. Snapchat was still there, and she was here, separated by a screen, by algorithms, by microchips.
Little by little, she was surrendering herself to the machine. She woke up, and Snapchat was there. She slept in an exchange of messages. Little by little, she was losing herself in it, and little by little, she could only be with it.
Little by little, she no longer missed incessant internet searches, reading books, articles, talking with her friends, writing, creating, thinking. Little by little, there was nothing left in a world where she could get everything. There was only nothing, only her in her room, Chat GPT, and Snapchat’s AI. There was nothing but nothingness, waiting for there to be everything.
I really felt very confident about what I wanted to say, about what I wanted to express. However, it only remained as an imaginary in my head and I couldn’t find how to express the first line, which is what I needed to be able to write. I asked ChatGPT to make different poems with different prompts but with anaphoras, and so poco a poco was born. I really liked how the story was woven from that word. Likewise, my poem was written in Spanish, as can be seen in the left column, so I also used ChatGPT to translate it. I must confess that although I don’t really like the idea of AI in education, I recognize that they are of great help for writer’s block or simply to put into words what one wants to say, but sometimes can’t. For the image, I used letsenhance.io.