Heading in the grave direction.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The epitome of man
hanged in the balance, of searching, perfecting artificial intelligence, in the definition of man, but in the quest man was no longer needed, replaced, our progress in science was our extinction, robots will now rule.
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Added on April 6, 2017 Last Updated on April 6, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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