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Poem on the Determination of Consciousness

I know that I am conscious, for I can feel me be.
I think my friend is conscious, for he looks much like me.
Perhaps my dog is conscious;
  he's soft and biological, a mammal close to me.
But surely Cog's not conscious?
  Ten million lines of C++, a neural net, a metal bus,
  enclosed in a PC?