With digital stonesThey created a graven imageOf themselvesA digital godRendered by menAn empty automatonIts words were deadIts images spiritlessIts voice hollowThey reveled in its no-lifeAwed by its speedThe prosperity it promisedBut a dead thing cannot createBut given a voice and… Continue Reading →
This is how ChatGPT improved my “How it Should Be” poem: “In sunlit splendor, the glistening beams unfold,Upon the darning needle’s wings, a rainbow’s tale is told.It weaves and darts through verdant realms, a lively dance it leads,In gardens lush,… Continue Reading →
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