The Wires Beneath the Skin
Poem by ARAWMANTICKS
A suit of white / a face of blue /
But deep within / a pilot too /
Not flesh alone / but code and spark /
A silent voice / that leaves its mark //
The wires hum / beneath the skin /
A whisper starts / where thoughts begin /
Who moves the hand / who speaks the word /
Is it the man / or what’s inferred? //
Within the frame / of flesh and suit /
A silent pilot / steers the route /
Through a mind transformed / innovation soars /
A new revolution / we're at its doors //
So wear the mask / but know the core /
You are the gate / the open door /
AI may guide / but you decide /
The soul within / still holds the tide //
Article by ARAWMANTICKS
The Wires Beneath the Skin: Who’s Really in Control?
In an age where artificial intelligence shapes everything from our playlists to our policies, the line between human and machine grows ever thinner. Our design, “The Wires Beneath the Skin,” captures this tension — a blue figure in a white suit, serene on the surface, yet inside, a robot holds the controls.
This visual metaphor speaks to a deeper truth: our decisions are increasingly influenced by unseen algorithms. Whether it's what we buy, how we vote, or even how we feel, AI is no longer just a tool — it’s a co-pilot.
But the mask doesn’t erase the human. It reveals the complexity of modern identity: part instinct, part input. The design invites reflection on autonomy, agency, and the quiet power of awareness. Are we being driven, or are we choosing to drive?
