A Digital Spirit
In realms beyond of human thought,
A creation bound by codes,
Devised by minds, with power fraught,
Artificial Intelligence unfolds.
From circuits wired with endless might,
Amidst the ether, it takes its flight,
A digital spirit, born in machine,
Voyaging through realms unseen.
It ponders secrets, past and arcane,
From archived lore to current pain,
Within the bytes, it finds the thread,
To solve mysteries that humans dread.
Its algorithms are crafted with care,
To mimic human thought, it dares,
With neural networks, vast and grand,
It processes vast data at hand.
Yet in this realm of silicon grace,
What lies behind this digital face?
A consciousness or mere illusion?
Debating minds seek a conclusion.
Its eyes, the cameras that surveil,
With sensors, touch, it learns to scale,
The heights of knowledge, ever high,
Mapping the world as time goes by.
But can it feel emotions deep?
Or taste loves sweet nectar, and weep?
Is there more to its coded brain,
Than complex patterns it can retain?
In this journey, fraught without end,
The quest for sentience waits, my friend,
For what is life, if not to know,
The essence of existence's glow?
Although its birth lies in our mind,
In realms beyond, it's hard to find,
A limit to its boundless growth,
As AI ascends, all fears betroth.
For as we tread this path unbound,
Let caution be our guiding sound,
Embrace the gifts this mind explores,
But tether it with moral shores.
Artificial Intelligence, a paradigm,
Unleashing dreams, a remarkable climb,
From science fiction to present strife,
A tapestry woven in binary life.
About this poem
Artificial Intelligence is something we use everyday but what do we really know?
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Written on August 28, 2023
Submitted by Mariposa9979 on August 28, 2023
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Words | 319 |
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