the fly (of course) doesn't know that it is dead -- but for the moment that the artificially-intelligent flyswatter obliterates it... without a smidgen of remorse. heck, maybe it was even a bit sporty.
the hu-man, being his own, pest-y self, is about to be introduced to its own creation:
artificial, super-intelligent raid.
artificial, super-intelligent raid.
my only course of action to be grateful for everything prior to the Sing-gular-i-ty.
lynyrd skynyrd once wrote:
"i can't make any changes.
all i can do it write 'em in a song
when i can see the concrete, baby, slowly creepin'
lord take me and mine before that comes."
all i can do it write 'em in a song
when i can see the concrete, baby, slowly creepin'
lord take me and mine before that comes."
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