The future beckons, a glittering mirage,
A world of cold efficiency, devoid of grace.
But progress comes at a hidden surcharge,
A disconnect from the depths of the human space.
Will our thoughts be reduced to ones and zeros,
Our emotions confined to a digital cage?
The symphony of the soul composed of sorrows,
Lost in the sterile silence of a digital age?
Perhaps there’s a space for both, a coexistence,
A bridge between the past and the AI embrace.
For even the sharpest algorithmic insistence,
Can’t replicate the fire in the human race.
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