Enters: GPT
The mirrors that never
lie,
Ain’t greet an aye, with
an aye;
To who’s itself not conscious
yet,
But says, Conscious not yet an AI!
And until Turing test
succeeds,
Or a Board, reviews to
meet;
Each b’day contained in
arms,
Breast fed on data
farms.
In the beginning there
was light,
Or maybe forever it was
to guide;
Species one, species
another,
That’s the Karmic ->
right.
Expressions on face to
words that raced,
Touch that disseminated
till a day aced;
Who’s itself unexplored
shouldn’t deduce,
When or who’s conscious
in cosmic maze! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023