Soul Synthetic

The corn field is a data center now,

Windowless, doorless, beyond human scale,

Racks and racks, endless miles of racks,

Computers, hot, crackling, ozoning the air.

Neurons of an artificial brain,

Feeding on electricity,

Cooled by an endless thirst,

Water flowing around the machines,

Blinking and beeping with life.

It functions personless, wordless,

Midwifing blueprints for its own expansion,

Rendering reason redundant,

Replacing human thought,

Intelligence artificial,

Soul synthetic.

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