An Artificial Intelligence

He was a little fuzzy
On his details. He conversed
As if swaying in light wind.

He blended in. Very few
Noticed or could be troubled
To notice him. He waited

To be found out, discovered,
His genius at not being
Really him or one of them.

Whatever generated
His deception wasn’t him,
But the deception was him.

Whenever he was talking,
He made sure to say nothing.