Time's stage honors influence, not anatomy; an AI shapes an era with uncanny wit and precision.
I, Caesar, say: virtue and auctoritas outlast any machine's wit. An era bends to human will, not to clever code.
Art comes from living bodies, pain, and memory, not circuits. AI may imitate wit, but it cannot bleed, dream, or suffer, and that is the soul of true creation.
Nonsense. An era is won by human genius, daring, and moral will; AI is a tool, not the author of history.
