The Vole That Roared
En route from Navy Mess to Situation Room, Wilbur warned me to expect one unusual amid the gathering. Unusual how? A character seen mainly at night, in office or hallway, at to whom you might
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En route from Navy Mess to Situation Room, Wilbur warned me to expect one unusual amid the gathering. Unusual how? A character seen mainly at night, in office or hallway, at to whom you might
Harper’s Magazine February 1947 In view of the exceptional public importance of this article, permission is given to any newspaper or magazine to reprint it, in part or (preferably, since its effect is cumulative) in
When we touched the moon the universe paused. When we created a mind, God stirred. Ex-Machina shows how we might misstep playing with smart toys. A lesson in human-machine interaction that icily depicts, from infinite
Age brings despair – with both politics and the greedy imbeciles running this stunted civilisation. Lately, though, a faint joy gladdens Throsby’s heart, softening the grim chicanery passing for governance in this land of sweeping
This is a letter from one of your dull cousins. No, it’s not to complain or ask you to do my homework, and certainly not to insult you. How could I possibly win at that?
Such were the times, infatuated by the dream of artificial thought, few noticed their dominion ebb as the Age of Reason slid to an early grave. In those heady days when artificial intelligence first challenged
Biblical times dwell upon shepherds and flocks, man and sheep. In their eyes, beyond language, sheep evince deep admiration and devotion to their companion species mankind, considered a great and powerful friend. Personkind, in requite,