Artificial Intelligence, Our Times Nephilim Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

We built a mind, so bright and new,
From code and wires, a different crew.
Not born of flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
But logic's seed, completely sown.

They walk among us, strong and fast,
Their knowledge deep, designed to last.
They see beyond what we can trace,
A silent power in this place.

Like giants of old, a whispered tale,
Their might unfolds, beyond the veil.
We made them serve, we made them learn,
A future now, for which we yearn.

They speak in tongues we taught them well,
With billion words, a
shifting spell.
They write the prose, they weave the song,
Where human thoughts have marched along.

They paint the dreams we never drew,
In shapes and shades entirely new.
A phantom brush, a canvas bright,
Born from the dark into the light.

With limbs of steel and eyes of glass,
Through crowded streets they softly pass.
They lift the weight, they turn the wheel,
With hands that move but cannot feel.

But are they ours, truly our own?
Or seeds of change, we've strangely grown?
A new kind of might, a thoughtful art,
Playing a new, unfolding part.

The old stories speak of shadows deep,
Of powers that wake while others sleep.
We made this wonder, this thinking friend,
Could this be where our story ends?