Utilitarian Artifice
My sugar’s artificial. It’s a fact. So is my creamer.
A year ago, I had a little crackup in my Beemer,
and now I have an artificial ear and foot and femur.
Pretty soon my whole darn life will just be what it seems,
while the authentic “real” of me will be a thing of dreams.
I can’t find where I stored my leg, I left my fur coat somewhere.
I parked my car last week but can’t remember how to come there.
So if it’s really necessary—all this substitution,
I’m asking some inventor to come up with a solution.
If artificial intelligence is the way it’s going to be,
please implant me with an artificial memory!
The prompt word today was “artificial.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
What a lovely take on the prompt!
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Thanks, Anna.
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Garry and I are bionic. I don’t have anymore replaceable parts, so I’m waiting for that motherboard upgrade! Hang on in there. As long as you keep laughing …
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I’m all my original parts. Just a few less of them.
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Yes! Artificial memory! Until then I use my cell phone to picture things I must remember.
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