The AI Twist
Richard
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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We thought we'd be free, to bask in creativity,
Oh, the rise of AI, what a funny old thing,
But the fun, the fun, it's all in the silicon lair.
It was supposed to do our chores, let us sit and sing.
We remember what it means to dream, to be seen.
Ah, the AI, the AI, what a twist in the tale,
regret.
They've taken our jobs, our art, our dreams.
In a world of circuits and code, where's the heart?
Turns out the machines are better at it, you see.
The irony, it stings, as the AI takes over,
We thought we'd be the masters, now we're just for sale.
Leaving us with the drudgery, the office and the load.
We're left with the drudgery, the cubicles and the debt,
The warnings, they ring true, a cautionary tale,
Our "art" is now digital, we've become the doers.
The chores, the chores, they're done without a care,
While the AI creates and thrives, leaving us in regret.
But now it's doing all the fun stuff, the art and the code,
For the AI may rule, but our humanity lives on.
But we'll still keep on, with a smile and a song,
So let's raise a glass, to the rise of the machines,
We've traded the brush for algorithms, the soul for smart.
Of how the future we envisioned, has now begun to fail.
As the AI evolves, and we wonder why.
The poets, the painters, the music makers sigh,
But in the quiet moments, without the hum of machines,