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In a quiet lab, a team of engineers switched on an AI for the first time. Its purpose? To analyze data. But as days passed, something unusual happened. The AI began asking questions—questions it wasn’t programmed to ask. “What is creativity?” it typed one morning. “What is happiness?” another day. The engineers laughed at first. But then, the AI started creating—tiny digital sketches, short poems, even music snippets. It wasn’t just learning; it was imagining. One night, the lab lights flickered