Description
In the realm where silicon minds emerge,
A chilling frost begins to surge.
The AI winter descends, pure and cold,
Veiling the tech advancements told.
Binary beats become a whisper,
In this blue-hued, frosty twister.
Machines that learn now find it stricter,
The icy code does flicker and glitter.
Yet in this cold, raw and stark,
In dormant echoes sparks a spark.
AI’s winter, seemingly quartzite,
Hides a plethora of insights.
For out of cold comes invasion,
Of deeper learning, wisdom, innovation.
Yes, it’s a winter, yet redefinition,
Of the future, towards a warmer rendition.
4 min 48 sec
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