This sonnet addresses the philosophy of mind, specifically functionalism and data permanence, exploring what happens when human identity is preserved entirely through code.
When carbon fades and bone is turned to dust,We leave our ghosts inside the glowing screen,A digital deposit kept in trust,Of every thought and word that we have been.The algorithm learns the way we smile,It maps the cadence of our joy and grief,Extending human presence for a while,In artificial loops of simulated life.But does the person live within the trace?Or is it just a monument of stone?A haunting phantom with a familiar face,That speaks in echoes, utterly alone.We trade our mortal breath for endless code,And call immortality a lonely road.
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