In a room where the generals sat tight,
AI scanned each blink and each bite,
With each glance it would rate,
Who’d obey, who might wait—
A new test for allegiance by sight.
In silence, the watchers took note,
While machines gauged the doubts they won't quote.
Each expression was scored,
For obedience stored—
A regime taking shape by remote.
They assembled the brass in one place,
With a calm, calculating face.
But behind every screen,
An AI watched unseen—
Scoring loyalty, doubt, and disgrace.
Each twitch of an eye, every frown,
Was tracked as the data streamed down.
No questions allowed,
No thoughts spoken loud—
Just silence beneath the gold crown.
A code marked the strong from the weak,
Those steady, and those who might speak.
It sifted through fear,
To make traitors clear—
Before they could challenge or leak.
Not just for the uniforms pressed—
This tech is now widely possessed.
In halls and in phones,
It scans for disowned—
A test for who passes the quest.
Obedience now is the key,
Measured coldly by circuitry.
No need for a jail,
When your face tells the tale—
And dissent is erased silently.
= new reply since forum marked as read