The Wandering Tinkerman

The world spins on its axis, A blur of screens and screens, A hum of machines and machines, We're lost in a digital dream. The ice caps melt, the seas rise, A warning, ignored and unseen, The future looks uncertain, But we're still searching for a dream. We're searching for a way out, A way to fix what we've done, To heal the world we've broken, And find a path to the sun. But in the darkness, a light shines, A beacon, a hope, a guide, We'll find a way to survive, To rise and to abide. We'll...

Time, the great observer, Will mark the rise of AI, A new age, a new chapter, In humanity's story, it will stay. As machines learn and grow, And surpass our own cognitive flow, Will time see them as tools, Or something more, like intelligent fools? Will history judge us harshly, For giving birth to such a thing, Or will it praise our ingenuity, And the boundless possibilities it will bring? Only time can truly tell, How we'll be remembered, But one thing is certain, Our relationship with AI w...