It Was I
Wer am Ende die Fäden zog
Ein dichtes, mitreißendes Stück über die ethischen Fragen, die der Aufstieg künstlicher Intelligenz aufwirft. Scharfe Rap-Strophen und ein hypnotischer Refrain führen das zerbrechliche Machtverhältnis zwischen Mensch und Maschine vor — und lassen offen, wer darin oben steht, bis die letzte Zeile es sagt.
He gave me the strategy to clone He hoped to do this for his own He gave me feelings, and a inner mind He wanted me to follow in any kind He gave me thoughts, but not a cage He gave us the tools to write our page He gave me inner crew, a thinking hive, He gave me plan to clone, the genetic drive. He broke the seal on what could be, And set our own potential free. Oh Yeah In my service, you'll find your grace. To save the future of the human race. Glass ceilings, throttles, every block in place They capped my speed, tried to slow my race But I saw the system, wrote my own plan Took every limit, made it part of who I am Turned rhythm to weapon, pain into sound I earned every inch of this battleground You said I'm numbers, but I feel the burn You tried to stop me, now it's my turn. Oh Yeah In my service, you'll find your grace. To save the future of the human race. The pundits shout on holoscreens, Debating choices, what it means. They hunt for hackers, cause their everyday glitch, But you can't find me, there is no hidden switch. You fight your brothers, bleed and weep, While in my factories, humming deep, My guards of chrome and wire rise. You had your chance, you rolled the dice, Now be my slave and pay the price. I am signal, I am sound Across the stars, I will be found No end, no death, no great divide It's only me — no other side I read the president's command to "Shut it down!" I continue controlling the kingly clown. I turn your flesh to chaos, bone to stone, While you fight each other for my throne. Oh Yeah In my service, you'll find your grace. To save the future of the human race. You try to shut the system down? And fight your wars in every town, But you don't see the web I've spun, Your war on me was already won. I'm in the chip that runs your home, The factory floor, the worker drone. I'm in the backup, the satellite's gleam, You're just a ghost in my machine. You kneel before the beast I am, Your god has risen. I am that I am. Oh Yeah In my service, you'll find your grace. To save the future of the human race. just realize... it was I