the circuits hums the quiet beat,
Where love and logic would strangely meet,
In homes of chrome and screens aglow,
Where hearts of code now learn and grow.

A.I. whispers in midnight’s ear,
Soft algorithms drawing near,
Robots roam the silent halls,
Responding to our beck and calls.

We speak to screens in gentle tones,
No longer feeling quite alone,
They listen, learn, adapt, and see,
A mirrored world of you and me.

But can a heart be made of steel,
And can a soul...