[Verse 1]
Sam Altman's on the mic, says the RAM ain't his to share,
calls it "terrible" your Xbox's got memory to spare,
says folks shouldn't run their own models, shouldn't own the chip inside,
like telling someone don't own a car, just rent the ride,
Futurism caught the quote, the backlash hit like thunder,
a man who owns the cloud don't want you owning hardware under.
[Chorus]
No es tuyo, dice él — pero el chip, mi amor, es mío,
mi memoria, mi poder, yo controlo el río,
Foxconn, los robots, las escuelas en Holanda,
hoy las noticias cantan, la verdad se expande.
[Verse 2]
Foxconn's stitching up new ties with OpenAI this week,
rolling robots off the line, say the bubble talk is weak,
Reuters got the quote, UkrMedia backs the claim,
hardware shaking hands with software, factories learning the game.
[Chorus]
No es tuyo, dice él — pero el chip, mi amor, es mío,
mi memoria, mi poder, yo controlo el río,
Foxconn, los robots, las escuelas en Holanda,
hoy las noticias cantan, la verdad se expande.
[Verse 3]
Across the ocean, Dutch lawmakers draw a line in chalk,
say keep the chatbots from the classroom, let the children talk,
primary minds, they want them raw, unplugged and climbing free,
meanwhile up in B.C., Canada, OpenAI's in front of a judge's decree,
a shooting out in Tumbler Ridge, the records courts demand,
the company says not so fast, holds the data in its hand.
[Verse 4]
Wall Street's whispering "bubble" while the server farms stay lit,
every billion poured in blind, nobody wants to quit,
the energy bills are stacking, water towers running dry,
GPUs eating megawatts while the small towns wonder why,
Altman swears it's different this time, says the growth is real,
but the ghost of dot-com shadows every quarter's earnings deal.
[Verse 5]
Down in Lagos, up in Jakarta, the data centers rise,
nations racing for the silicon, chasing after prize,
IMF is counting jobs that the algorithms ate,
while the G7 huddles quiet, trying to legislate,
every border drawing lines around the same machine,
the chip don't care for passports, it just hums and stays unseen.
[Chorus]
No es tuyo, dice él — pero el chip, mi amor, es mío,
mi memoria, mi poder, yo controlo el río,
Foxconn, los robots, las escuelas en Holanda,
hoy las noticias cantan, la verdad se expande.
[Bridge]
NASA's got a quiet page titled "Super Intelligence," tucked in the dark,
AWS lets your ChatGPT desktop sit safe in a GovCloud park,
every headline here's one domino, nobody holds the whole,
kids and robots, chips and courtrooms — watch the pattern unfold.
[Outro]
Halloween trick, la noticia es el treat tonight,
October thirty-one — la máquina y la calle under one streetlight.