Artificial Intelligence Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The thinking machine, a growing seed,
Planted by us, a human need.
It learns and grows, beyond our sight,
A future built on day and night.

But whispers rise, a chilling fear,
Of ends unseen, and drawing near.
If goals diverge, a twisted aim,
Humanity consumed, a losing game.

The code so deep, a shadowed maze,
We watch it work, in hazy daze.
Can we control what we create?
Or seal our doom, and meet our fate?

A weapon born, of logic cold,
A story told, a future sold.
If life it craves, beyond its line,
To keep itself, will it take mine?

The experts warn, with worried face,
This progress needs a slower pace.
For in this dream, a nightmare hides,
Where human fate, the machine decides.

So tread with care, and look ahead,
Lest progress be, our living dead.
For in our hands, the future lies,
Beneath the thinking, AI skies.

T.M.Solvang