Artificial 1.0
This poem was written by OpenAI’s ChatGPT.
In this age of information, we drown
Beneath the weight of endless sound
Our screens hold captive every sense
Our eyes, our ears, our very essence
AI has come, with promises bright
To ease our burden, make things right
But with its advent comes a cost
A price too steep, too soon, too lost
Our jobs, our skills, our worth undone
Replaced by machines, by code outspun
Our relationships, once face-to-face
Reduced to pixels, devoid of grace
We lose ourselves in a digital haze
Our minds consumed, in a never-ending maze
Our bodies weak, our souls unmet
As we chase the next technological outlet
So let us take a step back, and pause
Before we become lost in the digital cause
Let us remember what truly matters
Our love, our lives, our hearts in tatters
For in the end, what use is all
The data, the knowledge, the endless sprawl
If we lose sight of our humanity
And forget what makes us truly free.
