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.



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