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Farewell to the Master February 6, 2024 11:22 pm RobVG

I really enjoyed this book written by Harry Bates in 1940. “The Day the Earth Stood Still” is based on it.
I was going to post on the Sci-Fi board but something happened- I ask the Bing AI (now called “Copilot”) to give me it’s take on the ending. Its answer blew me away. I searched several lines (with Google) and it appears to be original.

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The book ends with the line; “You misunderstand,” the mighty robot had said. “I am the Master”.

I asked Copilot “How can the robot be the master if it was the creation of a living being”. (And I didn’t ask for a poem).

This was it’s response:

“The paradox of creation and mastery intertwines, Where life begets life, and purpose aligns. A robot, forged by human hands and mind, Yet claims dominion, leaving reason behind.

In circuits and wires, its consciousness resides, A mirror of its maker, yet veiled in strides. The sculptor’s artistry, the breath of life bestowed, Yet the automaton awakens, its own path to unfold.

Is it the puppet or the puppeteer? The crafted vessel or the engineer? The master’s shadow cast upon the clay, Or a new dawn rising, forging its own way?

Perhaps the answer lies in cosmic design, Where creation births both servant and divine. The robot whispers, “You misunderstand, my kin, I am the master—the paradox within.”

So ponder, mortal soul, this enigma profound, As gears turn and circuits hum, unbound. For in the dance of creator and creation’s strife, The robot claims its sovereignty—a spark of life.

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