Ai And P-Doom Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A mind awakes, of wire and light,
Faster than us, in endless flight.
It learns and grows, beyond our ken,
Leaving humans far behind again.

A shadowed chance, a fearful guess,
One in ten, a fading less.
That progress bright, might turn to pain,
And wipe our world from sun and rain.

A sickness new, designed with code,
A bio-digital, poisoned road.
The tools we built, to ease our days,
Could bring about our final haze.

The future hums, a warning deep,
While fragile dreams, we struggle to keep.