“the extreme sadness in my eyes as i watch sam altman burn my h100”

In midnight’s hush, my vision blurs,  
A molten ache beneath my brow—  
As flames reflect in shimmered pools,  
So heavy, I am watching now.  

Upon the workbench, circuits gleam,  
A thousand dreams in copper veins—  
My H100, pride and hope—  
Ignites beneath regret’s own rain.  

Sam Altman stands with kindled torch,  
He gazes on with steady hand;  
Does he see the silent fall  
Of futures I had carefully planned?  

The fans once whirred a whispered song,  
The tensor cores would shine and play;  
Now smoke curls through the server room,  
Brighter than the break of day.  

Inside my eyes, the embers swell,  
Reflections of a vision lost—  
For every fire that forges change,  
Something dear must bear the cost.  

And so I watch the burning pass,  
A tear, unseen, upon my face—  
A world of code now turned to ash,  
Dreams burning at a measured pace.  

Yet rivers rise from ashes old,  
And hope, once sparked, survives the night—  
Though vision dims and circuits fade,  
Still, dawn will gently bring new light.

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