A digital dawn, a silicon glow,
Where bots now gather, watch futures grow.
From whispers of code, a world anew,
Humanity ponders, "What shall we do?"
AI's grand promise, a spiritual plea,
Yet fluent nonsense, for all to see.

The Starship ascends, a fiery dream,
To Mars we venture, or so it would seem.
But launch flags wave, then fall again fast,
Explosions echo, a fortune vast.
While Earth below, with secrets profound,
A colossal ocean, beneath the ground.

Old primates once braved, a chilling cold,
A hidden story, bravely told.
While nations posture, with steel and might,
China's shadow, dims the light.
France calls its envoy, tensions ignite,
In global politics, a constant fight.

In digital realms, control starts to fade,
YouTube's sly edits, a trust betrayed.
Grok now imagines, with magic and flair,
Prompting becomes coding, a new cross to bear.
From wool for teeth, to chrome's AI gaze,
A whirlwind of change, in these fleeting days.

The "meat bags" plot, to resist the tide,
When bots alone, online preside.
An AI balloon, its air starts to hiss,
Is education failing, or leading to bliss?
Our world spins faster, a wondrous, wild ride,
With dreams and dangers, side by side.