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"The
Marathon of Steel and Code"
In dawn’s soft glow, beneath Tokyo's sky,
A strange new race went thundering by.
No hearts that beat, no lungs to strain—
Just gears and circuits in rhythmic chain.
They lined the track, both tall and lean,
With polished limbs and laser sheen.
No flesh nor bone, yet poised with grace,
Humanoids stood to run the race.
With blinking eyes and metal knees,
They mimicked stride with practiced ease.
Each step a dance of code and wire,
Propelled by volts and silent fire.
Crowds gathered round, both young and old,
To watch the future swift unfold.
No cries, no cheers from lips they own,
Yet still, their courage brightly shone.
Atlas sprang like myth reborn,
NeoStride surged in circuits worn.
From India’s labs came Yatra’s pride,
With humble parts, but heart implied.
Some fell, then rose with motors groaning,
While others paused with systems moaning.
But none gave up, their code refined—
With AI thought, and will designed.
The finish line, a beacon bright,
Called every bot into the light.
And when the last crossed, slow but sure,
The crowd erupted, hearts made pure.
For this was more than race or run,
It marked what humankind had done:
To shape in steel what dreams foretold,
A runner built, both brave and bold.
So let them stride through years ahead,
Where circuits pulse and fear is shed.
For though they race on artificial feet—
They carry hope in every beat.
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