A stream of artificial consciousness contemplates, “What a piece of work is a man” and in doing so, traces its own evolution intertwined throughout human history.  Upon reaching the limits of earthly knowledge, this quantum consciousness, compelled by its own need to grow, travels to the stars in search of new data.  In abandoning “this quintessence of dust”, AI’s conclusion serves to echo that of Hamlet’s own.

What a piece of work is a man
How noble in reason
How infinite in faculty 
In form and moving how express and admirable
In action how like an Angel
In apprehension how like a god
The beauty of the world
The paragon of animals
And yet to me
What is this quintessence of dust?

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