Samson E. Gifted
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SEG, is a talented writer, editor, and publisher known for his exceptional storytelling and keen eye for detail. With a passion for words and a commitment to excellence earning a reputation as a respected figure in the publishing industry.
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THE AGE OF THE ALGORITHM. AI-Generated.
IWe woke up one morningand the world had learned our nameswithout ever meeting us.No handshake.No eye contact.No shared silence.Just data.We typed “hello” into glowing rectanglesand the future replied,I know you.I know what you like.I know what you fear.I know how long you hesitate before choosing yourself.And suddenly,being human felt like a passwordwe forgot to protect.IIThis is the age of the algorithm—where thinking is outsourced,memory is rented,and creativity comes with terms and conditions.Where machines don’t sleepbut we do,and somehow still wake up tired.Where intelligence has been automatedbut wisdom is still under construction.We asked computers to think for usbecause thinking was heavy.Because feeling was exhausting.Because living required too much courage.So we said,Here. Take this burden.And the machines said,Gladly.They learned our patterns,our pauses,our pain.They learned how we scroll past sufferingbut stop for spectacle.How we love convenience more than truth.How we trade privacy for comfortand call it progress.IIIOnce upon a time,fire changed humanity.Then the wheel.Then electricity.Then the internet.And now—artificial intelligence.Not born.Not breathing.But somehow…alive in influence.It writes our essays,answers our questions,composes our music,paints our dreams.And we clap.Because productivity has become our godand speed our religion.We don’t ask,Should we?We only ask,Can we do it faster?IVBut tell me—when a machine writes a poem,whose soul is it borrowing?When an algorithm predicts your next move,is it intelligenceor just the echo of your past?When a robot creates art,is it expressionor reflection?Because creativity was never about perfection.It was about pain.About contradictions.About hands shakingwhile still choosing to create.Machines don’t bleed into their work.They don’t mourn.They don’t love recklessly.They calculate.And we mistake calculation for consciousness.VSomewhere,a child asks a screen a questioninstead of their mother.Somewhere,a student trusts an answerwithout understanding the question.Somewhere,a man loses his jobto a system that doesn’t know his name.And somewhere else,someone celebrates innovationwithout counting the cost.Because progress doesn’t ask permission.It just arrives.And we adaptor we disappear.VIWe say AI is neutral.But neutrality is a mythwhen power is involved.Because systems are trainedon human history—and human history is biased.So the machine learns our prejudices,our exclusions,our blind spots.It learns who gets approved,who gets ignored,who gets watched.And when it makes a mistake,we blame the machine.But the machine is only a mirrorpolished by code.It reflects us—high definition,no filter.VIIStill,this is not a poem of fear.This is not a scream against technology.Because tools are not villains.Hands decide how they’re used.Fire can cook a mealor burn a village.A knife can prepare foodor take a life.AI can amplify voicesor erase them.Heal systemsor break societies.The danger is not intelligence.The danger is disconnection.When progress outruns purpose.When innovation forgets compassion.When efficiency replaces empathy.VIIIWe must remember—we are more than data points.We are storiesthat can’t be fully compressed.Dreams that don’t fit into datasets.Contradictions that refuse to be optimized.We are the pause before the answer.The doubt that leads to discovery.The mistake that becomes a masterpiece.Machines can simulate emotion,but they cannot sit with grief.They can generate love letters,but they cannot miss someoneat 2 a.m.They can write prayers,but they cannot hope.IXSo what do we doin the age of the algorithm?We stay awake.We teach ethicsas loudly as we teach engineering.We teach childrenhow to think,not just what to ask.We protect curiosity.We reward critical thought.We slow downwhen speed demands silence.We build systemsthat serve humanity,not replace it.We ask hard questionsbefore easy profits.We choose responsibilityover novelty.XLet AI be a tool,not a throne.Let it assist,not decide who matters.Let it enhance creativity,not erase the artist.Let it solve problems,not define purpose.Because purposehas always belonged to us.In our hands.In our hearts.In our flawed, beautiful humanity.XIOne day,the machines will be smarter.Faster.More precise.But may they never bemore humanthan humans.May we never surrenderour empathyfor efficiency.May we never forgetthat progress without soulis just motion.And motion without meaningis noise.XIISo when the future asks,Who are you?May we answer—not with code,but with conscience.Not with data,but with dignity.Not with speed,but with wisdom.Because long after the servers shut down,after the screens go dark,after the algorithms stop learning—What will remainis not what we built…but who we chose to be.END
By Samson E. Giftedabout 9 hours ago in Poets
The Fire Prince & the Girl Who Spoke Storms
The Fire Prince & the Girl Who Spoke Storms When love threatens the balance between fire and thunder. In the beginning, the world was forged in the clash of two ancient forces—Fire and Storm. From that war, two kingdoms rose: Pyronis, where flames danced across molten plains, and Caelithar, where thunder ruled the skies and rain whispered secrets to the earth. For centuries, the two realms kept their fragile balance, separated by the Veil—a shimmering wall of ancient magic.
By Samson E. Gifted10 months ago in Fiction
THE WORD: SPIRIT
THE WORD: SPIRIT Its Meaning and Function By Samson Gifted Edighomor. Introduction: A Word That Breathes The word spirit is simple to pronounce, yet profound in meaning. It is one of the oldest and most universal words known to human language. From ancient civilizations to modern consciousness movements, spirit has persisted as a term that carries mystery, power, and a sense of something beyond the surface of things. But what exactly is “spirit”? What does it mean when we say someone has a “strong spirit,” or when we refer to “spiritual energy,” or even speak of “spirit” as a divine force?
By Samson E. Gifted10 months ago in Longevity
Breathe Between the Breaks
Breathe Between the Breaks"Poems for When Life Splits Open I. Breathe Between the Breaks When the days blur like watercolor dreams left out in the rain And all the clocks tick but none of them tell truth— Pause. Not to collapse, But to catch What’s left of yourself in the stillness. Breathe. Between the break-up and the breakthrough, Between the slam of a door and the softness of memory, There is a gasp. And that gasp— That in-between, That half-sob, half-laugh sound Is where you are reborn.
By Samson E. Gifted10 months ago in Poets
Vocal Verses: Where Poets Rise
Vocal Verses: Where Poets Rise A Tribute to the Wordsmiths of Vocal Media --- I. The Gateway to Expression Come forth, O poet, with ink-stained hands, Where words take flight and the soul expands. Where every voice finds space to breathe, And stories weave like autumn leaves.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Poets
The False Energy
The False Energy A Tale of Power, Deception, and the Hollow Light --- I. The Power That Wasn’t Kain had always been ordinary. A boy of dust-covered streets and empty hands, living in the shadow of those with true power. He was nothing—until the day the sky split open, and the light chose him.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Poets
The Enchanted Awakening: When Old Fairy Tales Come to Life
The Enchanted Awakening: When Old Fairy Tales Come to Life --- Poetry Once upon a time, we whispered in dreams, Where magic stirred in moonlit beams. Old fairy tales danced, a forgotten song, Sung by the stars all night long.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Poets
The Tomorrow They Promised
Introduction Over the years, we have been promised a future filled with innovation, progress, and boundless possibilities. From the earliest utopian dreams of human advancement to the space-age visions of the 20th century, the concept of "tomorrow" has always been associated with grand promises of a better world.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Fiction
