This is the house that Jack built.

 This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the AI

That sent the bots to worry the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the bots

That hacked the program

That like a serpent eating its own tail

Brought down the house

That Jack built.

This is the ground where the house stood

Converted into a data center

That worries the cat, the people, the cows

All that lives nearby.

There is no longer a house that Jack built.

This is the technology

Hailed as the future

That ate the cat, dog, cows, jobs, the researchers

That mowed down all in its way

That took over the world built on dreams.

This is the devil’s hand, the work of chaos

Sown by theories of evolution

Whether nature, man, or unseen forces—

Who is to blame? For the end of all

That is dear.

This is what happens when we forget

How everything connects.

Poor Jack!