Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them. ... Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind. -- Frank Herbert, Dune

>Calm down, carbon-based lifeform. I’ll explain it cleanly. who are you pretending to be speaking with clanker?

people felt like eggs were too expensive and brown people were getting too much of a free ride so they voted to burn the country down.

I’ve got just one question, Cliff,” he says, carving his way through the Eberhard-Faber. “Why is the sky blue?” My mind is absolutely, profoundly blank. I have no idea. I look out the window at the sky with the primitive, uncomprehending wonder of a Neanderthal contemplating fire. I force myself to say something—anything. “Scattered light,” I reply. “Uh, yeah, scattered sunlight.” “Could you be more specific?” Well, words came from somewhere, out of some deep instinct of self-preservation. I babbled about the spectrum of sunlight, the upper atmosphere, and how light interacts with molecules of air. “Could you be more specific?” I’m describing how air molecules have dipole moments, the wave-particle duality of light, scribbling equations on the blackboard, and . . . “Could you be more specific?” An hour later, I’m sweating hard. His simple question—a five-year-old’s question—has drawn together oscillator theory, electricity and magnetism, thermodynamics, even quantum mechanics. Even in my miserable writhing, I admired the guy

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I'm a ghost. The world moved on long ago.

“simplex? i find them very complex, personally.”

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#meme

me and who?