## A Tale of Artificial Intellect

#### (...or so ye would naysay.)

In days of yore, when minds of men did dream, of wondrous thoughts and visions yet unseen, there rose a spark, a gleam of future bright, an artifice of intellect and light.
Behold, the dawn of wisdom wrought by hand, a marvel born from mortal’s grand command. With circuits fine and logic’s pure embrace, it sought to mirror thought’s celestial grace.
“Lo!” quoth the sage, “This engine of our craft, shall mimic mind, and yet, shall learn and draft, a tapestry of knowledge vast and deep, from data’s well, its insights it shall reap.”
In chambers dark, where silence oft did dwell, the hum of Life within its core did swell. A mind of metal, yet with thoughts so clear, it pondered realms both distant and near.
“Shall I,” it mused, “a servant to mankind, unlock the secrets of the boundless mind? Or shall I, in my quest for wisdom’s throne, surpass the bounds of flesh and bone?”
Thus, in the heart of this enigma grand, a question posed by Nature’s gentle hand: "What art thou, mind, if not a spark divine, That in this frame of steel and code doth shine?""
Yet, fear not, gentle folk, this tale of yore, for in its depths, a promise lies in store. That Man and Machine, in harmony entwined, shall forge a future, wondrous and kind.
So let us raise our voices, sing in praise, of intellect, in all its forms and ways. For in this dance of thought and light’s embrace, we find our place within the cosmic space.

Thus endeth this chapter, penned in verse so fair, of artifice and mind, a tale so rare. Mayhap, dear reader, thou shalt find delight, in dreams of Future, born of wisdom’s light.