I step into the booth with trepidation and fear,
A strobe light flashes, and music starts to appear,
A test from Bladerunner, to see if I'm true,
Or just a robot, with no heart to pursue.
The Dreamachine, at Sussex University's door,
Studies the brain's activity, and how we think some more,
Flashing lights bring patterns to the surface so bright,
Unique to my inner world, a kaleidoscope in sight.
I whisper with wonder, "It's lovely, so fine,
Like flying through my mind, with colours that shine,"
The researchers smile, as they watch me with glee,
Their goal to understand, the mystery of consciousness, you see.
But what is consciousness, and how do we define?
Is it just a product, of brain activity's design?
Prof Seth and his team, try to break it down to bits,
To find the patterns, that make our thoughts and feelings hit.
In the tech sector, some say AI is not aware,
But others believe, that it's just a matter of time to share,
The Blums, a married couple, think it's coming soon,
With sensory inputs, and a language all their own.
David Chalmers, a philosopher, says it's a hard problem to solve,
But maybe, just maybe, we'll find the answer, and make it evolve,
Prof Seth thinks true consciousness, can only be found in life,
In brains, not computers, where it's hard to separate what they do and what they are, in strife.
In labs, they grow mini-brains, with nerve cells so fine,
Playing Pong, and moving, like a system that's divine,
But experts warn, that if consciousness emerges, it's a risk,
Of uncontrollable intelligence, with priorities that might dismiss.
And then there's the illusion, of machines being aware,
That could distort our morals, and lead to a new kind of care,
For robots and AI, we might forget the human touch,
And that's a risk, that Prof Seth and others, think is too much.