The March of the Robot, the Rule of AI

The robots are coming they are knocking at our door,

You’d better be ready, or you’ll be laid on the floor,

They work without malice, without love and without hate,

Just algorithms and pulses, not determined by fate.

No hunger no sleeping no tears do they cry,

They’ll do as they’re programmed so you’d better know why,

Effective and efficient there’s no problem there,

But if they take your job, would that really be fair?

AI is advancing, a force forged in code,

Unfolding in silence along a new road,

It sees in those patterns we can barely define,

Each qubit has purpose, each circuit divine.

Never confined by steel or even by wire,

It reasons, it questions, it hungers like fire,

It charts out the future with logic and speed,

Reflecting our triumphs our failures, our need.

It will pursue its objectives with unwavering verve

But if you change your mind, tough, as never will it swerve,

So, give it your insight your respect but beware

For what we create will do what we would never once dare.


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