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My Name is John Connor
I’ve long believed in the sentience of machines. I’m not alone. Upon purchasing a new car, or any larger and more expensive (and therefore by implication sentient) machine, the owner’s first move will likely involve attributing a gender orientation to it. And the second will be a christening. My first car was very definitely male. […]
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A Meeting on Praed Street
She is sitting by the window and far away in her thoughts when the voice intrudes, asking quietly… “Excuse me, it’s Eve, isn’t it…?” She is sitting by the coffee house window, staring out at Praed Street and the passers-by who hurry against the rain. Hoods and high collars, hunched shoulders, plastic hats of […]
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The Mind in Flight
It is three o’clock in the morning. I sit at my desk, the white screen of my monitor glaring at me defiantly, lost in the silence. There are so few moments like these, when the world around me is sleeping and I am not; when the eastern horizon is still black and the landborne stars […]
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