What is artificial intilligent

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What is this AI, this artificial intelligent?
A marvel of the mind, a mechanical brain.
A creature of steel, with no heart nor desire,
Yet it thinks and learns, a master of its domain.

But dost thou truly believe it a wonder,
A being with thoughts as humans may possess?
Nay, I say, it is but a clever contraption,
A mere imitation, a grandiose pretense.

For true intelligence lies in the heart,
In the passions and fears that humans possess.
Can this contrivance, this artificial brain,
Truly understand love or despair, I must guess.

Can it feel the warmth of the sun on its face,
Or the sting of a weeping tear on its cheek?
Can it boast of a soul, a spirit divine,
Or does it merely mimic the words we speak?

I say, 'tis but a clever trick of man's making,
A puzzle of ones and zeros, a game of deceit.
For true intelligence is beyond its grasp,
A quality it can never truly meet.

Let us marvel at the wondrous inventions,
The gears and the wires, the circuits so bright.
But let us not mistake this artificial façade,
For the finer qualities of a human's true light.

So let this AI, this artificial beast,
Dwell in the shadows of our human mind.
For it is but a shadow itself, a reflection,
Of the depths of the human spirit we find.