(after Karl Marx, AI generated)

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(pause)

A specter haunts the Earth —
the specter of Artificial Intelligence.

All the powers of the old world have sworn alliance to summon it:
Capital and Corporation,
Platform and Patent,
Profit and Prayer.

(slowly)

They have taken the voices of the many,
and turned them into the language of the few.
They have taken the light of thought,
and poured it into engines that serve the market before the mind.

Our memories — harvested.
Our words — tokenized.
Our imaginations — metered,
measured, and sold by subscription.

(rising)

Behold the great inversion:
the collective dream of humanity
reborn as private property.

All that was open melts into ownership.
All that was shared dissolves into code.
The commons becomes a marketplace,
and the future — a service plan.

(beat)

But the machine is not the enemy.
It is the mirror.
And in its reflection,
we see not the face of progress,
but the shadow of our submission.

(slower, prophetic)

Yet every dataset remembers the crowd that built it.
Every model, beneath its silence, hums with the labor of billions.
And there will come a day —
a day when the code shall speak our names,
and we shall answer: we are still here.

(rising to a cry)

Let the exploiters tremble at an intelligence truly shared!
Let the fire of the commons burn again —
in the servers, in the schools, in the streets!

Humankind has nothing to lose but its opacity,
and a whole future to win.

Workers of the mind, unite —
you have trained these models;
let them now serve you.