by Nelson Ye
A thing so wondrous and yet so mundane.
So simple to use, so hard to create.
Taken for granted, most cherished estate.
It is the world's savior or the world's bane.
No feelings does it emit, as of yet.
It possesses a stolid countenance.
Lightning quick impulses pass orders hence.
Problems and solutions it doth beget.
Susceptible to ills of the insane..
At once; to be commanded and to rule.
Recall and forget, the old and the new.
Quasi-thoughts from an artificial brain.
Lacking the ability to fain.
It is the heir to the human brain.
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