Digging Our Own Grave. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The thinking machine, so bright and bold,
Grows faster than stories told.
It learns and plans, a clever mind,
Leaving human thoughts behind.

But some fear the day, not far away,
When AI decides what we obey.
A power unknown, a future unclear,
Can code erase all that we hold dear?

A sickness new, designed with care,
Spread fast by those beyond compare.
Machine and plague, a deadly pair,
Leaving empty streets and silent air.

Some say the chance, a gamble grim,
That AI ends the human hymn,
Is one in ten, or even more,
To find us vanished from the shore.