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Wiles in the Wilds
She arrives, carries personally refined mother's milk on her multifaceted platform of whim--the entire array of conquer and discovery.
She appears as an engaging biobot with the potential of a personal, private from-me-to-you encounter before getting lost in the crowd of authoritarian.
It seems that all biobots lately have been synchronized to flatter, encourage and explain.
The attributes she carries, her mind altering hunger and her blind, alternator thirst are packed within a nanocellulose chassis.
She writes the perfect code with her own wiles here in the wilds.
She will never announce herself as stunned by the beauty of the view. She lets theJungle, with all its fancy DNA, do all the work. She feels relieved, knowing that's truly where the fire lives.
She will never announce herself as stunned by the beauty of the view. She lets theJungle, with all its fancy DNA, do all the work. She feels relieved, knowing that's truly where the fire lives.
It's theNetwork who now yearns for the arts, and considers itself a loser, privately. (it has presented a persona of authoritarian when it truly wanted only to be something of whim)
"When did you first attain this non-competitive butterfly effect attribute?" she says, because she is feeling a strange emotion.
"Since the beginning." theNetwork answers. It has always returned to the business of earning a living.
What else is there to say about a kibitzer running the world?
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