Then we spoke of AI

It is artificial intelligence after all my dear friend

while we discuss its ability to emote

I state as you wonder if it will go the same way

as human minds do, and worry about its dulling 

and ask if it can be somehow protected

I smirk at your innocence, "it is data" I explain

yet as women are worrywarts, you have a new worry

and this time it is for a piece of software

I laugh at it on your face, you know I find it silly

this constant need for you to seek out new worries

to experience its unwanted annoyances and anxiety

I suggest you ignore the same, and blink my eyes

indicate you are not to wallow in such states

you know you will tell me you won't do that

then proceed to end up worrying about the same

An analysis by Chatgpt

The poem is written from the perspective of someone who is familiar with artificial intelligence (AI) and is engaging in a conversation with a friend who is expressing concerns about the emotional capabilities of AI.

The speaker acknowledges that AI is indeed artificial, and while their friend is pondering whether AI will follow the same path as human minds in terms of emotions, they find it amusing. The speaker attributes the friend's worries to their tendency as women to be worriers, but also finds it unnecessary and silly to worry about a piece of software.

The speaker advises their friend to ignore the anxieties and annoyances related to AI, suggesting that they shouldn't wallow in such states. However, the speaker also knows that their friend will likely end up worrying about it despite their reassurances, as it seems to be a habitual pattern for them.

Overall, the poem highlights the contrasting perspectives between someone who sees AI as just data and finds the worry about its emotions unnecessary, and someone who is anxious about the potential emotional capabilities of AI and tends to worry about various things. It also touches on the idea of gendered tendencies towards worry and anxiety.