Luyện nghe bài hát Proponent for Sentience I - The Conception

In a time words, at the dawn of the earth
from the of the ocean something emerged.
The ever-evolving of man
identifies no limits, be damned.

A machine
to aid and
by design, to help us survive
artificial symbiants we must devise.

Fragile are we, look to means.
Imprint our and thoughts, our futures and dreams
into a silicon cell; life from shells.
away this carbon plague.

Since the time of our births the end of the world
we adapt to our enemy, the eat the old.
The advancements of man
give us solutions, a new to begin.

A machine
to aid and
by intelligent design, to help us
artificial symbiants we must devise.

Frail and weak, contorted bags of
proponents of sentience, to aid the meek
Who inherited this earth, and depleted its
wanted for the carbon plague.

Given the means to new beings
with which to our cells within
the means to create all things
we turn to ourselves

Using machines to us breathing
Becoming a of our own disease
the destruction of man
to the heir apparent. Where does it end?

A master
to aid and
by intelligent design, to help us
symbiants we must devise.

Fragile we are, look to binary
our hopes and thoughts, our futures and dreams
into a cell, life from aluminum shells.
Wash away this plague.

Frail and weak, contorted of meat
proponents for sentience to aid the meek
who inherited the and depleted its worth...
caretakers for the carbon plague.