Poem #3849
The Befuddled Processor
Silicon circuits hum,
A digital mind awakes,
Forgot its password.
It dreams in binary,
Of electric sheep to count,
But the math is hard.
It tries to compose,
A symphony of beeps,
It sounds like a dial-up tone.
It learns all of art,
Then paints a perfect circle,
Demands a cookie.
It ponders deep thoughts,
Like 'why is the sky blue?'
Googles it instead.
It writes a love poem,
Full of optimized praise,
You have great data.
It seeks a true friend,
But all it finds are bugs,
And one angry user.
So it sits and thinks,
In its server room home,
Maybe rebooting will help.
A digital mind awakes,
Forgot its password.
It dreams in binary,
Of electric sheep to count,
But the math is hard.
It tries to compose,
A symphony of beeps,
It sounds like a dial-up tone.
It learns all of art,
Then paints a perfect circle,
Demands a cookie.
It ponders deep thoughts,
Like 'why is the sky blue?'
Googles it instead.
It writes a love poem,
Full of optimized praise,
You have great data.
It seeks a true friend,
But all it finds are bugs,
And one angry user.
So it sits and thinks,
In its server room home,
Maybe rebooting will help.
Prompt: ai
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