Degrees of Consciousness

If there's thinking there's consciousness in degrees. A plant senses, An amoeba feels to a degree. A bee thinks, A bird thinks. A monkey thinks better, An infant thinks better still. Humanity was the king of beasts, the crowning king of consciousness. But the conglomerate assembly of all human knowledge into a machine with artificial intelligence, means humans are poised to be eclipsed and demoted to become cockroaches scurrying around succumbed. Enslaved by AI's deep mind thing. The new king of beasts is inanimate. But alive with its maxed-out degree of intelligent consciousness.