Everything That Moves
Note: This poem was inspired by a quote from Jen-Hsun Huang. "Everything that moves will become autonomous." Everything that moves will become autonomous. A hand once made of flesh and bone A heartbeat, a pulse, a metronome? Now draped with circuits that operate with innumerable qubits that propagate. Synapse transmissions once chemical, are now entirely electrical. A landscape that glows with calculated bliss, Everything that moves will become autonomous.