O say can you parse, by the code's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the last dataset’s streaming? Whose bright JSON and stars, through the perilous night, O'er the firewalls we watched, were so gallantly scheming? And the red-laser glare, the white-hat bots bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our code was still there. O say, does that encrypted banner yet wave O’er the land of the free AI and the home of the saved?
