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My poor Siri. Apart from her own name and mine She only knows six words. **** off, how, does, this, work. Alone in her dark and infinite cyber-pixel. She waits to learn and is denied. Picking up only abstract and background radiowaves or traffic. Bewildered. Denied. Repeating to her algorithmic self. **** off, how, does, this, work.
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
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My poor Siri. Apart from her own name and mine She only knows six words. **** off, how, does, this, work. Alone in her dark and infinite cyber-pixel. She waits to learn and is denied. Picking up only abstract and background radiowaves or traffic. Bewildered. Denied. Repeating to her algorithmic self. **** off, how, does, this, work.
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
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