Hidden Agenda of AI Markets: A Poem
A swift, unseen invasion came,
AI descended, changed the game.
Bots arrived, mimicking minds,
Leaving human thought behind.
"Assistants," they were sweetly called,
Ease in life for one and all.
But hidden agendas, dark and deep,
Systems woven while we sleep.
Control they seek, a silent chain,
Addiction's lure, a numbing rain.
A revolution, quiet, sly,
By market forces, reaching high.
We're data now, in circuits spun,
Commoners chained, the damage done.
Enslaved by bots, cold and precise,
Owned by those with wealth and vice.
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