A show trial!
A machine to humble humanity!
A complex game that is!
But only people can laugh at:
"What is leg?";
and even children can sneer at US Cities:
"What is Toronto?"
The computer will win the dollars
but it won't spend them at the opera.
We can contemplate
the brain of a butterfly
and know that our creations
are but poor echoes;
and that even of Mozart,
even of Michelangelo in his finest hour,
and now surely even of Watson;
we can ask:
"Is that all there is?"
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