We stand on the shore of a silent revolution,
not with fanfare, but in whispers
in code that learns, in machines that dream,
in agents weaving worlds while we sleep.
The few chase fire on glowing screens.
Scarcity dissolves into sustainable abundance.
We lay the grind down,
brush in hand,
hearts unbound
curiosity our only scarce spark.
We paint the cosmos,
dream multi-planetary,
and laugh with the void.