Poem – A Prelude (Beyond Now, Infinite Outcomes Merged Into Singularity)

We create machines from the technology we discover
and in the pursuit of higher knowledge we imbue
our intellect, instincts, and capacity to explore
and wonder into these machines.

And we wonder what could go wrong.

In a dystopian future…

At what point does a thing pass over a human defined line
and become a sentient being?

When will the machines we create exceed our ability to control and as drastic measures,
stop their production?

When will these machines become self sufficient and with speed, accuracy, and efficiency
exceed our own capacity, and replicate themselves?

When will they feel?
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