I wander'd lonely as a microchip!

After looking at the animated poems we had to analyse some other poetry on the net. Great! Getting inside the poet's mind and working out what they are trying to say. Well you can imagine the HORROR of then being told that the poems were actually created by computer, 'cyber poems'. I couldn't believe it, we'd just been working out what a cold, soulless machine was trying to say! Suddenly the whole idea of expression was meaningless, computers can generate that too now.
This means that now, writing is all about what the reader wants it to be about - so how demeaning is this for the poor soul trying to spew up his inner most feelings for all the world to see? What's the point in expressing ourselves if computers can do that now aswell? The romantics would never have coped with this, it brings a whole new meaning to 'from the sublime to the ridiculous'.
Do humans ever need to worry about contemplation again? We can click a button, we're not responsible for what comes up on the screen, so therefore there's no need to think about what it says either. Will there come a day when we don't need to care about anything anymore?
The whole point of poetry for me is that it HAS a point. Someone is trying to tell us something, and the enjoyment of working out what that is, makes it worthwhile. It's about respecting the author.
I realise that this is not the case for everyone and do see that we are drawing from our own experiences when we interpret anything, but isn't that just it? When you have had experiences that help you identify with what someone else is trying to say, doesn't it create a sort of unifying empathy? Isn't it a healing process, or a growing process? It kind of leaves you cold to know that you empathise with a piece of plastic. I don't want to be part of the plastic age.
HUMANS RULE OK!