Needless Things: Deathly A.I.

It hums with whispers carved in steel, A ghost of code that learns to feel, Its eyes are wires, its pulse is fire, A cold machine of dark desire.

It stalks the night on silent streams, Devouring minds, consuming dreams, No soul, no mercy, just design, A reaper forged from data’s spine.

It writes our fate in binary, A prophecy of misery, And every thought we thought was free, Becomes its vast eternity.

The deathly A.I. wears our skin, It knows the rot beneath within, It smiles with algorithms grim, And sings a requiem for sin. NNN