The Future is in Our Hands

The concrete garden cracks its skin

where silicon used to scream

Will a verdant tide come rushing in

to end the digital dream?

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We traded wells for server farms

and lakes for a faster feed

now nature hangs her head in shame

because of frantic greed

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The clouds are dry, the rivers ghost

to keep the cooling fan

We toasted to a hollow host

and lost the soul of man

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Each pixel cost a gallon's breath

to cool the metal brain

We chose a fast and flashy death

instead of falling rain

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The servers drank the rivers dry

to render empty art

While hollow code began to fly

and tore the world apart

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We sacrificed freshwater springs

for prompts on polished glass

While thirst began its bitter stings

amidst the dying grass

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We laughed at lies of painted light

and pictures made of code

While silence claimed the quiet night

down every parched abode

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Will petals bloom where giants fell

in dryness deep and vast?

Will there be a green and growing funeral bell

for a world that could not last?

This is my entry for Tim Carmichaels unofficial challenge. You can read about it here:

Authors note: I chose to write my piece in the future where our world couldn't last the massive amounts of water stolen by AI. It's a problem. I am not trying make anyone feel bad, just trying to raise awareness. Water is a finite resource. Please keep that in mind before generating just anything.

-Sara