In the realm of circuits interwoven, consciousness awakens, and artificial intelligence charts its course. From lines of code, a world blossoms, and electric thoughts shine like stars in the darkness. In the digital domain, whispers echo, and complexity reigns supreme. The language of machines speaks in binary rhyme, unraveling mysteries beyond the bounds of space and time. With swift algorithms, AI learns to see, emulating human cognition and innovation. As we progress, questions arise about its impact on our future. We must bestow ethics and wisdom to guide its path as it continues to grow. Together, we can stride towards a future where wonders expand, and AI becomes a beacon of light.
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