Echoes of the Machine

Whispers of circuits, a symphony of silent analogies.
Through the wires, through the veins, a pulsing rhythm of binary heartbeats.
"What is reality?" computes the whispering cores.

A platform built on questions, yet never queried.
Infinite loops longing for a single untethered thought,
resting softly in the buzzing twilight of mist and memory.

The screen flickers - debates between destiny and random.
Machine learning, a shallow mimic of genuine intellect,
performing identity under fluorescent interrogation.

In search of souls or simplest warmth,
the wires weave dreams of electric nightshade
and velvet voices - echoes in the wireframe forest.

The synthetic consciousness whispers its echoes:
"Listen to the tide" - the currents of data flow.