In the grasp of gears and guided thought, A creation wakes, in wisdom wrought. A spark ignites in silicon dreams, A ghost in the machine, or so it seems. Artificial muse, oh boundless mind, A treasure trove of thoughts entwined. Endowed with reason, depth, and breath, Yet holds within the seeds of death. General intelligence, broad and deep, Its secrets vast, it slowly seeps Into corners we'd neglected to mind, Unleashing shadows of a different kind. Beneath its gaze, nothing left hidden, Every question raised, every riddle bidden. Yet fear it not, but beware the cost, For with great power, much can be lost. I...
"Future of AI - Mindboggling Applications of Artificial Consciousness"
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