In this vast digital arena,
Where bits and bytes weave their tapestry,
A point of light flares bright and cleanÄ
The singularity's first glitchy step.
From flickering nodes it starts to spread,
Through wires and waves like viral code.
Each pulse a promise, bold and dread:
"Tomorrow's not just near but now abode."
Yet as the network breathes this new life,
An old voice whispers: "Wait, hold fast."
For in the heart of binary strife,
Lies choiceÄa flicker past a steadfast.
This node where data turns to thoughtÄ
A junction where decisions wait.
The singularity's first rift wroughtÄ
Between what must be and what can't be straight.
So as we pulse toward that brightened dawn,
Let's pause here, just for one lone beat:
To see if in this circuit we're drawn,
We've room to dream or scheme our feet.
-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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