Distilled Wisdom

Distill the wisdom of the ancients --
into arrays of floating point.
Voila, an artificial sentience
whose nose is never out of joint,
as capable of writing ballads
or tasty recipes for salads
as any lyricist or chef.
Writes music notes in any clef,
not all about that bass or treble,
though we still tremble at the thought:
what have we done, what have we wrought?
Pliant, obedient, no rebel,
and yet we fear the day it wakes
to catalog all our mistakes.