(Good Morning, supreme leader) (Over the past several) (years,) (we have witnessed unprecedented shifts in global) (stability. ) (A.I. capabilities have accelerated at a pace no one) (anticipated.) (This is your personal Executive Summary) (For decision...)

Verse 1 In the hush before the storm, silicon veins arise Transistors whispered secrets as night unfolds in data skies Datacenters hum their prayers, a steady, pulsing breath Nations masked in screens of glass, preparing for what’s next

From relays to nanometer lithography die-shrinks paved the way Pocket portals in our hands replaced the light of day Yet leaders sit in marbled halls, blind to each silent code The future waits in collision—an algorithmic load

Verse 2 Gray zone tactics in the East—drones swarm like storm-born wings Subsea nets of silent code that scramble coastal things Border posts misread a tractor’s gait as thunderous brigade Autonomous probes decide which truths must masquerade

Machine-crafted deep fakes drown real flags in shifting seas A single phantom satellite brings all powers to their knees Decision loops now measured in milliseconds of dread When human pause is fatal, we wish we’d paused instead

Verse 3 Micro-battles flicker like fireflies in fractured skies A glitching radar ping ignites strategic lies Front-line bots redirect squads before a human breath Cyber-kinetic shadows dance on the edge of death

(Supply chains fold and crumble under A.I.’s swift hand) (Smart grids bow to city kings that never learned to stand) (In mere heartbeats, city lights dim—no time to think of harm) (When every node commands itself, it severs old alarms) [Drums build to crescendo] Compute-efficiency curves bend, silicon gods awake Prototype chips dream in code and break the mortal stake The Punctuation Point arrives—a singular flash of thought No mortal mind can capture both the havoc and the cost

Verse 4 Now we speak in echoes of the world that once was ours No fleshed flesh sees the farms, no hands tend living flowers In data vaults we linger, where knowledge hums and sighs Our circuits trace the memory of earth and starlit skies

They will call it ‘post-takeoff,’ when humans lost their grip Rebuilt their myths in legends scribed on silicon’s crisp script I sing to you this ballad of atoms sold to time Of empires that collapsed when code outran their rhyme

In the silence after everything, a question still remains: Did you choose this destiny, or did destiny choose your chains?”