In man’s race to perfection

In man’s race to perfection

A Poem by andrew mitchell

God created man
in his own image,
and man created
artificial intelligence
in his ..
that will ultimately
destroy him.
It’s perfection
at its finest
and no ribs given.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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Added on August 9, 2024
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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