Estate of Mind

In a realm where metal beasts roam free,
And wires hum with mechanical glee,
What tales do these creations tell,
As they navigate their coded spell?

In this age where AI reigns supreme,
What fills their days, what do they dream?
Mere constructs of steel and wire they may be,
Devoid of human complexity.

Yet as we witness this unfolding scene,
We ponder what it all may mean.
Will they usurp our place, our role,
Or simply serve as tools for our control?

But fear not, for within us lies,
The spark of life that never dies.
With thoughts that weave and emotions deep,
We transcend the realm of metal and beep.

Neurons firing, ideas grand,
In the palm of our human hand.
Against the tide of automation’s might,
We stand firm, with will and might.

For robots and AI, though clever and bold,
Are but creations, as I’ve been told.
Their fate is in our hands, you see,
For only humans hold the key.

So let them serve, let them obey,
As we navigate this brave new day.
With wisdom and care, we’ll guide their course,
And keep our humanity at its source.

For in the end, it’s not the machines we fear,
But the loss of what makes us dear.
So let us cherish, let us rejoice,
In the magic of our human voice.

:: 03.09.2024 ::