The Gini and Me
I once opened a bottle
and a gini came out.
The stories I believed as a child
melted quietly in my youth—
never real, yet never forgotten.
As I slided toward maturity,
AI gripped the world around me.
I want to bottle AI.
Remove it,
use it,
pack it again and again—
like a tool, not a tether.
Let me feel the wind
with skin, not sensors.
Let me fail, foolishly,
and laugh with no algorithm watching.
Let me look as I am—
with no filters.
Let me be
a human—
with a brain
and a beating,
perseverance spider.
Note: The original lines were written by the author( Aarya ). This version was rearranged and shaped by AI—like the gini itself—at the author’s request.
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