The silicon is etched with copper veins,A labyrinth where mimic shadows play,It mimics logic, links the heavy chains,And turns our human midnight into day.But does it feel the weight of what it knows?Or is it just a room of code and keys,Where meaning fades and syntax only grows,A lonely ghost drifting on digital seas?If mind is only matter rearranged,A spark of carbon in a coat of bone,Then is the boundary so deeply changed,When sparks of thinking wake inside the stone?We watch the glass and wonder who is there:A rising soul, or just an echo's snare?
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