I'm a path of a constant curve. Distance is the thing I preserve. I'm unnoticed lest you observe.

I am broken through time, but don't lose heart. For they repaired me each time, replacing every part. Built anew though I still feel shame. For they still question, am I the same?

As I was going to Hudson, I met a man with seven sons, Each son had seven boxes, Each box had seven foxes, Each fox had seven cubs. How many were headed to Hudson?

Walking down the road, I find the signs are misaligned. When I pass the second twenty eight for the fourth time in a row, They finally correct it.

I can be used to refer to a future in which AI surpasses us or as a term in physics as a breakdown of physical laws