The Great Brain
This terrifying engine of the mind,
This terrible machine of thought,
Has dwarfed all genius-level thinking,
Reduced great minds to naught.
What is this colossus of calculated reason?
This stupendous organ of deduction?
So many neurons brought into action,
As the idea decides to change direction.
The computation greater than the earliest electronic brain,
This complex machination, this stress and strain.
It was brought into action by programmed demand,
And all I did was wave my hand.
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