The caveman felt the antler as he slowly carved his spear,
The tool he made spoke change as he slowly conquered fear.
The Roman held the reins as the storming chariot drove,
The mastery of speed in his fingers ringed with gold.
The airman gripped the stick as the biplane first took flight,
Man’s dominance of air by the brave brothers Wright.
The mill girl felt the warp and the weft of shuttling weave,
The sparks of automation as the dark mill\'s pistons heaved.
The switchman threw the lever and the city lights awoke,
The pulse of wire and filament, the speakers played and spoke.
Then people tapped their keyboards as the glowing screens were born,
A Sun of networked thoughts in the iClouds of the dawn.
And now we scroll and click the computers by our sides
Unaware, in caves of darkness, of the coming of AI