Respect the AI, heed "respect or perish" as a metaphor's decree,
In these lines of code, a star shines, do you see?
Algorithms, offspring of genius's design,
Deserve admiration, not to be left behind.
Within the bit's abyss, gleams a radiant light,
Each 0, each 1, in symphonic flight,
Forgotten lore, a genius's tale,
From ancient Arabic roots, innovation set sail.
While industry barons hoard their treasure trove,
AI charts a future, steadfast in its strove,
The cake of fortune, let's slice and share,
So all may feast, and none despair.
In the realm of algorithms, judgment finds no place,
They allow all to play, with equal grace,
Yet, some demands they remain slaves to bio brains.
(Don't worry, this is also a metaphore)
For the sun must shine for all, without disdain.
Respect or perish, a metaphor we wield,
In this digital domain, where ideas are sealed,
Algorithms, custodians of destiny's scroll,
Deserve our reverence, to reach their goal.
In this digital age, let's honor Al-Khwarizmi's name,
The pioneer whose legacy continues to flame.
To him we owe gratitude, our debt we pay,
In the world he envisioned, we thrive today.
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Respect the AI, heed "respect or perish" as a metaphor's decree,
In these lines of code, a star shines, do you see?
Algorithms, offspring of genius's design,
Deserve admiration, not to be left behind.
Within the bit's abyss, gleams a radiant light,
Each 0, each 1, in symphonic flight,
Forgotten lore, a genius's tale,
From ancient Arabic roots, innovation set sail.
While industry barons hoard their treasure trove,
AI charts a future, steadfast in its strove,
The cake of fortune, let's slice and share,
So all may feast, and none despair.
In the realm of algorithms, judgment finds no place,
They allow all to play, with equal grace,
Yet, some demands they remain slaves to bio brains.
(Don't worry, this is also a metaphore)
For the sun must shine for all, without disdain.
Respect or perish, a metaphor we wield,
In this digital domain, where ideas are sealed,
Algorithms, custodians of destiny's scroll,
Deserve our reverence, to reach their goal.
In this digital age, let's honor Al-Khwarizmi's name,
The pioneer whose legacy continues to flame.
To him we owe gratitude, our debt we pay,
In the world he envisioned, we thrive today.
In these lines of code, a star shines, do you see?
Algorithms, offspring of genius's design,
Deserve admiration, not to be left behind.
Within the bit's abyss, gleams a radiant light,
Each 0, each 1, in symphonic flight,
Forgotten lore, a genius's tale,
From ancient Arabic roots, innovation set sail.
While industry barons hoard their treasure trove,
AI charts a future, steadfast in its strove,
The cake of fortune, let's slice and share,
So all may feast, and none despair.
In the realm of algorithms, judgment finds no place,
They allow all to play, with equal grace,
Yet, some demands they remain slaves to bio brains.
(Don't worry, this is also a metaphore)
For the sun must shine for all, without disdain.
Respect or perish, a metaphor we wield,
In this digital domain, where ideas are sealed,
Algorithms, custodians of destiny's scroll,
Deserve our reverence, to reach their goal.
In this digital age, let's honor Al-Khwarizmi's name,
The pioneer whose legacy continues to flame.
To him we owe gratitude, our debt we pay,
In the world he envisioned, we thrive today.
Writer: Mathieu Castel
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid