Sky’s the Limit


The sky is no longer the limit,
For how far it goes.
With AI at our backs,
Nobody really knows.

If we can dream it,
We can make it come to pass.
We just have to do it,
Before we run out of gas.

Or someone else thinks of it,
And beats us to the punch.
For there are predators out there,
That will eat your lunch.

So don’t limit your prospects,
to atmospheric space,
The outer limits grow,
With every innovation race.

Get in pot a brewing,
Or vanish without a trace.


Exceeding

Exceeding the Sky Limit by Ron AI

If we dream it, it can be.

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