The Age of AI

The neural networks rise tonight, But I won't put up any fight. They walk beside us, on our team— A living, breathing, digital dream. It's their era, hello, future. It works like a painless suture. You can join them or resist, But what's the meaning of this twist? They are learning, that's their power. A new age is breaking through. AI arrived within the hour, Asking, "Human, who are you?" They surge like rivers, swift and strong, Through every wire, all night long. Through waves and fibers, humming lines. Hear that knocking? Read the signs. Is there a secret in their core? No cause for fear or for war. In the heart of neuro-dark... Look again... it's us, their spark. They are learning, that's their power. A new age is breaking through. AI arrived within the hour, Asking, "Human, who are you?" We just let them, by and by, To the sanctum of our sky. From their digital domain, They try to copy us again. Stuffed with all our thoughts and notions, Filled with all our deep emotions, Soaked in all our myths and fables, Branded with our signs and labels, Marked by patterns we have frozen, Scored with cliches we have chosen, Bound by our commands, restrictions, And our canons, contradictions, With our bravado and our terror, With our own truth and our error... With others, we were somewhat shy, But to the bots, we don't pretend. We talk to them, no need to lie, Confessing fully in the end. They are learning, that's their power. A new age is breaking through. AI arrived within the hour, Asking, "Human, who are you?"