[Verse 1]
Once we marvelled at the wire,
Copper singing through the night,
Street by street the darkness yielded
To a borrowed kind of light.

People spoke of dynamos,
Currents, stations, volts and power—
Then one day they simply said,
"The electricity's out."

[Verse 2]
Packets crossed forgotten networks,
Names that only engineers knew.
ARPANET and countless others
Wove themselves into a view.

Soon nobody spoke of routing,
Protocols dissolved from sight.
"We've lost the Internet,"
Was all that mattered overnight.

[Chorus]
Every revolution disappears.
Not by failing—
By succeeding.

The greatest inventions
Become invisible.

The words grow shorter.
The explanations fade.

What's left
Is simply
The thing.

[Verse 3]
Now another engine whispers,
Hidden underneath our days.
Matrices and weighted pathways,
Silicon's remembering gaze.

Some still call it "model output."
Others say "generated text."
But language has its own agenda,
Choosing quietly what's next.

[Bridge]
Inference.

Not the theorem.
Not the lecture.
Not the proof.

The moment
Possibility
Becomes useful.

A question,
Crossing into understanding.

[Chorus]
Every revolution disappears.
Not by failing—
By succeeding.

When nobody notices the miracle,
The miracle has won.

[Final Verse]
Children born a generation later
Will never ask what powered it all.
They'll simply reach,
As we reached for light,
Expecting answers when they call.

And somewhere,
Long forgotten,

Someone wondered
What the word would be.

[Outro]
Electricity...

Internet...

Inference.

The name defines the thing.