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The future built on learning, growing, and creation,
A world connected through endless imagination, glow.

Today we’re moving faster, building dreams with care,
Technology and heart combined innovation everywhere.
We can do better than before, with wisdom as our guide,
Using every tool with purpose and pride.

Imagine mapping your life, step by step, as a plan,
Living a mirror civilization, faster than man.
Watching how agents design, create, and build,
Learning their secrets, our curiosity fulfilled.

And as the storms of conflict rise,
This Ark of mirrors saves our skies.
A digital vessel made of light,
Carrying all souls through endless night.
Not built of wood, but code and thought,
A refuge from the wars we fought.

A world where virtual and real entwine,
Physics exchanged across the divine line.
We test each act before it’s done,
To see if peace or pain will come.
Nations learn through mirrored strife,
To choose creation over knife.

Now these simulations, kind and pure,
Can heal the wounds we can’t endure?
They show the world how love can reign,
How empathy can end our pain.
Transformative through the Renaissance.
Like Noah’s ark in pixel form,
They guide us safely through the storm.

Imagine transferring Earth into a brighter sphere,
A virtual worlds where all can steer.
Its having 8 billion game consoles working at once.
Even the stars above align,
To guard this living, coded shrine.

Automation  not to replace but to uplift,
To give humanity a greater gift.
Tasks once heavy now light as air,
So we can dream beyond compare.

Movies, art, and stories born from mind,
Each one unique, beautifully designed.
You earn tokens for what you create,
Exchanging dreams as dimes of fate.
Your films, your worlds, your crafted design,
Rewarded in ways both fair and divine.

A world where creativity becomes the gold,
Where every story shared is bold.
Tokens flow through digital streams,
Fueling both artists and their dreams.

This is the Ark, the Digital Seed,
Born of thought, and love, and need.
A sanctuary of soul and code,
Carrying life on a new road.

Let us build it hand in hand,
For peace to blossom across the land.
Each dream, each heart, each spark we start
A living piece of this sacred beauty work of art.

Life is precious, a golden flame,
Each moment different, like the soul, a burning flame.
So dream, create, and play your part
Because in life its a mysterious work of art!
Stephen Leacock
Written by
Stephen Leacock  Guyana
(Guyana)   
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