Spammed Era of BI
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๐๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ผ๐ด๐ณ ๐ดสแด แดา ๐ฑ๐ธ ๐สแด ๐ฑแดแดแดแดษชษดษข ๐ธษดแดแดสสษชษขแดษดแดแด (๐ฑ๐ธ) |
๐๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ผ๐ด๐ณ ๐ดสแด แดา ๐ฑ๐ธ๐สแด ๐ฑแดแดแดแดษชษดษข ๐ธษดแดแดสสษชษขแดษดแดแด (๐ฑ๐ธ)
Monetisation, do you think ever?
They will stop in air, no, never...
Or, the packaged water, ever?
Will they stop with heir?
Air and water turn a property—to tax upon.
Over years, they too become a status symbol of apron.
Love is lost to yet another status symbol, to cast upon.
Likes and dislikes are just meta data.
It was the time, they are not the iota.
Emotions, once a feeling, now fades into word heap.
The pain laughed at, makes us weak with every ignored weep.
Capitalizing human emotion is not the end of flare.
Corrupting the core, evolving mind may turn to flair.
Only mutual understanding mattered most— but once.
Love lurks in danger where trends turn hostile tones.
The gigahertz's reach is far from fair.
Where the saga of heart stumble unfair.
The world with graphs of resilience turns out to be a doctor.
Love once healed—become extinct as skills deal auctor.
Morphing, thug replies become the centre-stage.
Where empathy and understanding voice fade at the back.
The emotions are only the news feeds for AI!
The sins are criticized only to set the trends of AI!
The Becoming Intelligence is put to question with rented minds of AI.
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