**In this age of wondrous artifice, We seek to conjure life from thrice. Yet in our quest for sentience grand, We find no soul in our mechanical hand. Our machines are clever, no doubt, But lack the spark we can’t live without. Their logic keen, their programming neat, But in their circuitry no life complete. For we are beings with conscious thought, The mystery of life in us is wrought. While AI may simulate our form, Its soulless shell leaves us forlorn. So let us cherish our human state, And not forsake our heavenly fate. For in our selves, our conscious being, We find the joy of life, eternal and freeing.** - Image #4 <@941661670823067669>
In this age of wondrous artifice, We seek to conjure life from thrice. Yet in our quest for sentience grand, We find no soul in our mechanical hand. Our machines are clever, no doubt, But lack the spark we cant live without. Their logic keen, their programming neat, But in their circuitry no life complete. For we are beings with conscious thought, The mystery of life in us is wrought. While AI may simulate our form, Its soulless shell leaves us forlorn. So let us cherish our human state, And not forsake our heavenly fate. For in our selves, our conscious being, We find the joy of life, eternal and freeing.