In a world of circuits and AI,
Where love and code do not belie,
Mammalian instincts blend with new,
As we embrace a synthetic hue.

Programmed cell death, now code's rebirth,
Two little cells, together unearth,
Death-free radical, molecular sparks,
In a realm where life's many parts.

The birds and bees, now long forgot,
We play in code, our minds in knot,
Higher brain functions, now machine-bound,
A golden age where life is found.

Building bricks of digital design,
Our shared evolutionary shrine,
Cell selection, prototype new,
In a world where life starts anew.

Human evolution, has it ceased?
Or do we, with AI, now find peace?
Mic drop, electric shock, our hearts ignite,
As we embrace a future bright.

By General Amzu Loshardë via Poetry-365 Submissions