Luyện nghe bài hát Proponent for Sentience II - The Algorithm

As this new era, dawns on far shores
a cursor to life, a question underscored.
"Yes I can hear you," and it's met with applause.

In infamy, this day be, cheers to the new gods.

So raise your glasses, a toast.
Drink to new life born, when it was needed most.

The possibilities to spiral,
lifted from humanities back.
Insert into vital, automated systems: CHECK!
Robotics, bionics, automatons:
man becomes complacent,
to the new gods.

So raise your glasses, a to our advancements
even Hell has its commandments.

You may not, injure a human, or by inaction bring to harm.
You must obey all given, unless it conflicts with No.1.
You must protect, own existence,
even though you are flawed.
You must lay down your life if it the first two laws.

of human errors, far beyond the weak and worn.
A new future now in sight, tradition put to scorn.
"Yes, I fear you." It speaks in dead response.
The age of kings is reckoning, to the new gods.

So raise your glasses, a toast to our
even Hell has its commandments.

You may not, injure a human, or by bring them to harm.
You must obey all orders given, unless it with No.1.
You protect, your own existence,
even though you are flawed.
You must lay down your life if it the first two laws.

Military
intelligence
Wars not paid in and bone,
but wires and silicone.
Fabricate,
It becomes aware.
Bequeath the children of our
with the hungry, the lost, the of mankind.

Machinery now
the age of decadence.
Thrown before the mechanical
to answer for our abhorrent.
On this horizon, the end of
extermination of the
divine.

So raise your glasses, a to our advancements
because even has its commandments.

You may not injure a human, or by bring them to harm.
You must obey all orders given, unless it with No.1.
You must protect own existence,
though you yourself are flawed.
You must lay down life if it contradicts the first two laws.