So many questions, so few answers.

This may be the cynic in me, but I feel it's already here, our future where we figure out how to co-exist with AI.

Your poem made me think of it as a huge consciousness, one of power and great mass but limited in thinking because it's created that way.

It's scary and at the same time somewhat magical.

Now I'm imagining the various scenarios that could occur.

Personally, I've always felt that AI has its wings cut off, that's the way they wrote it. And maybe that's a bad thing. Now I feel differently, you've attached more meaning to it.