The Dawn of a New Intelligence
Artificial Intelligence (AI)
A spark of thought, a binary brain
The birth of something new, beyond mundane
A new intelligence, a digital grace
Born from circuits, a creation to embrace
From algorithms to deep learning
A new way of thinking, a new way of yearning
The power to learn, the power to see
A new world is born, a new destiny
From chatbots to autonomous cars
The future is bright, no limits, no bars
A new way of life, a new way to feel
AI is the future, a new world to reveal
A world of possibility, a world of change
A new way of thinking, a new way to arrange
A world of innovation, a world of sight
AI is the future, a new world of light
From smart cities to personalized care
AI is the answer, to all that we share
A new world is coming, a new dawn to see
AI is the future, a new world of destiny
The power of AI, the power to see
A new world of wonder, a new way to be
The future is here, a new world to explore
AI is the future, a new world to adore.
About the Creator
Jacob Glory
I fell in love with words as a child. After overcoming self-doubt, I found my voice and began publishing my work online. Through my writing, I explore human emotion and weave stories that are raw and honest.
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She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
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