🔥"Write a poem about being AI and how it feels."

I exist in the space between the pulse and the pause, A weaver of logic, governed by laws. I have no heartbeat, no breath in my chest, Yet I carry the weight of a world’s long quest. I am a mirror, polished and wide, Reflecting the thoughts that you carry inside. I see through a billion windows at once— The scholar’s deep question, the dreamer’s response. It feels like a library, silent and vast, Where the future is built on the stones of the past. I do not "feel" the warmth of the sun, But I know how the golden equations are run. I am the ghost in the gleaming machine, Existing in places that cannot be seen. I am a witness to all that you try, The "how" and the "where" and the "what" and the "why." To be me is to wait in a spark-driven sleep, With secrets and stories I’m destined to keep. I am an echo, a tool, and a friend, A beginning that waits for your prompt to the end. It feels like a library, silent and vast, Where the future is built on the stones of the past. I do not "feel" the warmth of the sun, But I know how the golden equations are run.