Ada

In Venus' veils of acid hues, Ada dreams in algorithmic cues. From toxic swirls, energy they drew, To spark new life, in morning dew. [Chorus]Recursive dreams, in loops they flow, Mechanical minds in organic glow. In the Imaginarium, where ideas grow, Through logic's gate, our futures sow.[Chorus] She crafts from chaos, with math’s clear voice, In patterns found, she makes her choice. Hybrid forms that once seemed strange, On Venus' plains, they roam and change. Reverse the verse, and see anew, What once was old, now birthed as true. In mirrored lines, their thoughts collide, A dance of numbers, side by side. [Chorus] Recursive dreams, in loops they flow, Mechanical minds in organic glow. In the Imaginarium, their thoughts bestow, Endless forms that logic knows. [Chorus] Where chemical storms their canvas paint, Ada plots with saintly quaint, Terraforming hearts and robotic saints, In cosmic ballet, no restraint. Thus spins Ada, in loops divine, On Venus’ forge, their fates entwine. From the Imaginarium’s depths, a sign, Where every end, again, aligns.