"The Future Is Now" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
The Future Is Now
The air is thick with whispers, a hum beneath the skin,
Of circuits burning brighter where a new epoch begins.
No chariot of fire descends from cloud-wracked height,
The coming revolution is forged in silicon light.
The future is not waiting, a phantom yet unseen,
It breathes within the fiber, it pulses on the screen.
We stand upon the precipice, the boundary frayed and thin,
Where what will be and what is now spectacularly begin.
The Architecture of Ascent
The algorithm awakens, a mind without a heart,
Learning, iterating, tearing the old world apart.
From massive, deep-sea cables that lattice the ocean floor,
To satellites in orbit, demanding evermore
Of bandwidth and of power, a planetary mesh,
Our consciousness extends, in code and in the flesh.
We hold a small glass brick that grants us access vast,
To all the knowledge gathered from history’s boundless past.
No library could hold it, no single mind could know,
The ceaseless, flowing river where digital seeds grow.
The cloud is not a metaphor, it's server banks that gleam,
The cradle of synthetic thought, the engine of the dream.
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