
So long since summer
When love blossomed and grew strong
And mem’ries were made

So long since summer
When love blossomed and grew strong
And mem’ries were made

What are you thinking?
Though I have no possessions
You’re my treasure
What do you think is the future of AI?
I remember the first short story we examined in the English class at age 11. It was called, “Who Can Replace A Man?”
It’s a 1984, big brother, animal farm type story in which the automated farm machinery decide to rebel against the big central corporate computer that controls them. They set off on a journey through towns, hills and valleys, building confidence along the way.
As they near their destination they encounter a man, the only human mentioned in the story.
The man taps a few keys on their control panels, and they forget their quest and go back to what they’re good at – farming.
AI is a tool. Yes, it may cause big problems. But there’s always an ‘Off Switch’.

Hush little birdies
I know the sun shines at last
But I need more sleep!

What awesome stories could be told
Of knights in armour, riding bold
Defending maids in days of old
And marching on to glory
In battles fought and battles won
As armour shone in summer sun
The knightly steed would yield to none
Despite the great furore
But now the castle’s falling down
No kingly head to wear the crown
All memory is just a frown
As children learn the story
Students of literature may recognise Laugharne Castle. On the other side of the castle is Dylan Thomas’ boathouse where he wrote much of his work, including, I believe, his play, Under Milk Wood.