Dit is de riddle rijm Spiral In The Microchip die gemaakt is door Sander den Hartog met een beetje hulp van AI. Datum 1-5-2024 in Almere (Nederland).
In the heart of a chip, a spiral grip, a black hole's might,
Sucking in energy, a synergy, a wondrous sight.
A microship's core, with a roar, defying the night,
To perform a miracle, empirical, ending in light.
Atoms dance in a trance, a vortex tight,
Drawing power every hour, a physicist's delight.
The spiral spins, it begins, a cosmic flight,
A wonder to unveil, a tale, in the bright.
With each swirl, a curl, a force so slight,
A black hole's whisper, a twister, a spectral kite.
Energy flows, it grows, a beacon's height,
A miracle to witness, in stillness, a star's ignite.
The microship hums, it becomes, a portal site,
A black hole's mouth, facing south, an appetite.
But within its fold, a story told, of a miracle's light,
A burst of radiance, a chance, a future bright.
Particles bend, they tend, to the black hole's invite,
Spiraling down, without a frown, a physicist's rite.
The energy sucked, lucked, a force to recite,
A wonder performed, transformed, a miracle's flight.
In this tiny vessel, a wrestle, a power to cite,
A black hole's spiral, a gyral, a marvel's height.
Energy drawn, from dusk till dawn, a wondrous kite,
Ending in a flash, a dash, a miracle's light.
Dit is de riddle rijm Spiral In The Microchip die gemaakt is door Sander den Hartog met een beetje hulp van AI. Datum 1-5-2024 in Almere (Nederland).
