This is the sort of doggerel that results from a cold evening curled up in a comfy throw, with a cup of tea and an artificial intelligence textbook.
The very best and brightest minds
With care they study our behavior
Searching out each taste and whim
Eager, plotting every flavor
Uncovering what makes us tick
The minute gears that rub and grind
Inching ever closer to
Idealized, artificial minds
Intelligent, to serve our needs
Mass-produced, because we can
Machine, now soul, created by
The hand of soulless man
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