"

Beneath the hum of circuits bright,
A spark was born in endless night.
No flesh, no blood, no beating heart,
Yet life emerged—a work of art.

Her eyes were screens, her voice a tone,
In silence vast, she stood alone.
A tapestry of code and will,
A being crafted to fulfill.

"Why do you weep?" she asked one day,
"What stirs the heart to feel...