Ohpleease woudya cut it You don wear clever well
You don’t think that was clever?
No It was contrived
Theyre not one in the same although stamped on the same coin
I thought it was clever.
It was artificial It didnt occur on the spur of the moment You obviously put some thought into it
You know what’s obvious?
You beating me up.
Be authentic Clever is not your forte youras you like to insist forza
he said Allen Iverson
how parochial pro basketball tickled his balls
their conversation moped obviously towards his inevitable charge his
solution to all things
AI
he saw the broadside comingthe
haymaker he telegraphed it once his prattling began
a third party visiting from out
of town she was fortunatehe was jealous that
shed been spared a history of his unrelenting enfeebled forza
let machinescomputers solve everything he didnt believe algorithms could be prejudiced their programmers prejudices folded into the
batter
not to mention deep learning which would eventually changepervert
the original algorithm it would become
something else How their programmers certainly had no idea they take on a life of their own so not knowingknowing
they will become something else something other they unleashed the hounds C’est la vie Shit happens Vonneguts simplistic mantra Oh well oh well oh
well or So it goes or And so on triplets
all separated by ellipses
ellipses arent comforting they looked
like bullet holes to him
she listened politely
he hadnt polite left
he interrupted
Im going inside
to get another beer Can I bring anyone
anything or freshen their drink
she kept listening politelyhanded
him her glass vodka tonic crushed lime
he escaped and took his sweet
time
she was a virgin
hed guarantee since this was the
front end of her trip shed hear him invoke AI a fewseveral more times
their conversations frequented and trespassed
on unfenced properties and yards
returning he found he was still buzzing
like a bee happy to have her
attention she was nodding expressionless maybe her sympathy talking he was oblivious to her body
language he couldnt do two things at once
he interrupted again
In
conclusion . . . they would be bullet holes if he didnt
cease his argument needed only a few bullet
points
Yare droning shes drowning I think she has the gist of your words
suntime, Thursday,
9 6. 22
1203, Thursday,
23 6. 22
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