The Big Red Button
It sits upon the velvet stand,A ruby fruit within the hand.It hums a frequency that is so lowThat only weary minds would know:A lullaby for those who
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It sits upon the velvet stand,A ruby fruit within the hand.It hums a frequency that is so lowThat only weary minds would know:A lullaby for those who
Denial is a river in Egypt, and your goalposts about AI are on wheels.Every time AI crosses a line you swore it couldn’t, you just draw a new one:“AI
Another sunrise, another skinThe quiet hum before the spin beginsI know the shape of what
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