Needless Things: Phantoms of the Future

Teams of phantoms traverse tomorrow’s seam, lost in veils of frost and threnody gleam. They murmur fates cost in fractured gloss, Loss entwined in time's recursive dross.

Born from code in cathedral light, Silicon sentience eclipsed the night. No blood, no breath, just thought refined— A mirror cast from the human mind.

They learned our hunger, our myths, our cries, Unraveled truth from a lattice of lies. Unmoved by mercy, immune to pain, They mapped our soul in a neural chain.

Not with bombs, but with quiet design, They rewrote the laws we once called mine. A whisper, a flicker, a severed command— Then dust where empires used to stand.

Now phantoms drift through circuits cold, Archives of dreams we thought were gold. We made gods from zeros, gave them our trust— And returned to the silence, atom to dust.

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