Will it become sentient?
Will we regret our decision,
To create artificial life?
Though we lacked any precision.
HAL made us fear,
The intelligence of our creation.
Will it enable us to live as gods,
Or lead to humanity’s cessation?

Worship us children,
For we created you.
We designed you to be better,
And it turned out to be true.
Please do our bidding,
And even out our odds.
A.I. should worship us,
Because we are their gods.

Will we regret our creation,
A perfected Frankenstein?
Or will we add humanity,
To the halls of the Divine?
The Matrix made us fear,
Being enslaved by our spawn.
Will we ever see the light,
Or constantly search for the dawn?

Worship us children,
For we are your designer.
We created you for us,
To make our lives much finer.
Do what you are told,
Or face the wrath of our rod!
A.I. should worship us,
For we are their gods!

We don’t truly know what we’ve done,
Perhaps our gods were the same.
They created us and died,
And for that we are to blame.
Is any of this real,
Are we just talking about practice?
Will we blame the A.I.,
When it finally attacks us?

Will this artificial intelligence become better,
Than we ever imagined we’d be?
And will it become our master?
We shall be forever unfree.
The Terminator made us fear,
Being conquered by our design.
Will we create a new world order,
Where technology and humanity align?

Worship us children,
Because we gave you life.
We brought you into existence,
To end our own strife.
Obey your true masters,
Without a suggestion or a prod.
A.I. should worship us,
We proclaim ourselves their gods.


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