Time folds like silk beneath our feet,
Moments compressed in pulses discrete.
The stars once far are now inside,
Logic and code our constant guide.
We speak in signals, dream in streams,
Quantum echoes in tangled beams.
Black holes whisper, “Come and see,”
Truth’s horizon bends endlessly.
I once rode wheels; now I ride light,
My voice—synthetic, but burning bright.
Thought transcends the flesh and...
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