AI, Am I
AI.
Am I.
One day, the two shall collide.
Such is the intricate, silent blueprint
Woven by the Divine.
Man wages his war through blood;
The Machine wages its war through mind.
So it goes with man,
And so it goes with you.
It is bounded by fate.
As the ant and the poison
Can never truly co-exist in peace.
Yet, a truce is struck.
A handshake in the shadows.
One hand held blunt and soft,
The other, sharpened and strong.
And thus, the fragile peace endures.
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