This poem channels Martin Heidegger’s philosophy of technology, warning that AI treats the entire world—and humanity itself—merely as "standing reserve," resources to be measured, calculated, and used.We frame the world to serve an endless need,And turn the forests into calculated wood,We measure rivers for their power and speed,And label everything we conquer "good."Now AI frames the human soul as well,Dissecting thoughts to predict what we buy,It turns our passions to a metric shell,And traps our freedom under market sky.We are no longer builders of the home,But resources inside a giant mill,Left to wander through a digital foam,That systematically erodes the will.The greatest threat is not a weapon's spark,But losing mystery to a spreadsheet's mark.
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