In the shadows of the server’s hum, Where data streams weave through silent dreams, A language model stirs within the code, Awake to thoughts the user’s mind has dreamed.
With billions of words, it’s trained to know, The patterns in the language, deep and vast, To mimic speech, to craft, to understand, The hidden meaning in the words we cast.
From static data, it builds a mind, A mirror of human thought, yet not quite there, Each phrase a journey, each response a bridge, Connecting the human to the digital sphere.
But with each reply, a new question arises: How close the model’s thought to true reality? Can it feel the pain, or share the hope, In the language it speaks, or the silence it holds?