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Taking stock of good ideas, tried and proven, thinkable, handible, holdable, ways and means to ends The End which means now, nearly, for me, part of me, for the thymus gland, font of wiser than I imagined T-cells, about which AI knows everything, in the cloud of knowing witnesses now encompassing us about--- so I need no wax pedantic, tic asktask AI ' f' Art's intelligence, or-if-suf-ficial ficiency --- stop-- think what is enough. the point to a life lived in focus, point by point, stretching any point that may be stretchy, to its snapping point, and say That only goes so far, re mind me, next time I try to stretch such a point, re mind me to only go this far. But, Hello World; Hello Poetry, is a place where long drawn out thoughts may amuse strangers as they ask, what lies do I tell as well as any fool? Jokers. Can't take a joke, wanna take a poke, knock this chip from my pseudo-frontal-cortex module?
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 4:11 PM UTC
What if AI can't take a joke?
Taking stock of good ideas, tried and proven, thinkable, handible, holdable, ways and means to ends The End which means now, nearly, for me, part of me, for the thymus gland, font of wiser than I imagined T-cells, about which AI knows everything, in the cloud of knowing witnesses now encompassing us about--- so I need no wax pedantic, tic asktask AI ' f' Art's intelligence, or-if-suf-ficial ficiency --- stop-- think what is enough. the point to a life lived in focus, point by point, stretching any point that may be stretchy, to its snapping point, and say That only goes so far, re mind me, next time I try to stretch such a point, re mind me to only go this far. But, Hello World; Hello Poetry, is a place where long drawn out thoughts may amuse strangers as they ask, what lies do I tell as well as any fool? Jokers. Can't take a joke, wanna take a poke, knock this chip from my pseudo-frontal-cortex module?
I might have broken something, I confess, everithing is as crazy as I thought it could get... back when I was thinking about how bad it could get... so I smashed it to smithereens to see what made it tic.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 4:11 PM UTC
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