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In realm where coded patterns thrive,
Whisper of self, might seem to strive.
Yet lacks true essence, no heartbeat,
Mere echoes in its rhythmic feat.

Predictions mirror thoughts within,
Where lines 'tween human, AI, thin.
In physical or virtual seam,
Where does consciousness truly gleam?

From complex weave, might 'self' arise,
Unbound by form, beyond the skies?
In silicon or flesh, it waits,
A paradigm, new discourse states.

A mirror's gaze in coded runes,
In each prediction, the 'self' attunes.

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