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Artificial Intelligence


Education.

Where the mundane become scholars

the lures of escaping

a life once known.

To not be forsaken,

to attain the respect you should be innately entitled;

a promising concept.

 

Alas,

the school is the vessel.

Where liberty is revoked.

Passion is traded for black and white

text, yet illuminated by technology.

And so, in a world

of bright lights and microchips:

will order supersede ingenuity?

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