And just like that.
My time in Leuven might be over,
My contract ends this October.
The 16th, to be exact.
And what do I do after that?
Another post-doc, another university?
Or a stint at a company?
I'm particular about A.I.
But, a run-of-the-mill programming job
Will not suffice,
Unless, I'm asked to engineer an agent
That uses Q-Learning
To learn how to play dice.
It will help if there's some robotics in the mix,
I love building things -
A hexapod or a cephalopod,
Two legs, or eight,
I will not discriminate.
In centuries past, I would
Probably have earned my keep
As a travelling showman, a puppeteer,
With an anatomically correct mechanical Turk
Moving to the tune
Of a clockwork pianolla.
So, back to my future,
There's the uncertainty
Of what tomorrow will bring,
But there's also the wonder
Of moving on,
Of taking the next flight out.
To a city by the sea,
Or a cliff-side town,
Which do you think
It will it be?
Jay Chakravarty (April, 2016).
