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“Warning to the Spellbound
(Sonnet from the future)

In our times we wrote our own literature,
In our times we wrote our own music.
In our times we wrote our own code,
In our times we wrote our own poetry.

Ours was the last human generation,
where humans shaped their own society.
The day you traded comfort for originality,
you forfeited the right to life and liberty.

Today you are nothing, you mean thing,
you are no more significant than woodworm.
You are just puppets to large gibberish models,
backboneless victims of algorithm addiction.

If you can still hear my voice, AI is still adolescent,
Once in control, it'll erase all records of humanness.
We can't yet treat human bias, 'n here comes AI bias,
Abandon all non-vital tech, return to simpler ways.”