Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Agentic.

Timbuktu.

’Zines!

Simulation.

Kicking robots.

Knot.

See, when you assume—

I wonder how much of the blame for things as they are (for many and varied values of things) might not be laid at the nigh-ubiquitous feet of the first-person smartass.

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AI Darwin Awards.

Our Ancient Gods, by Saturnino Herrán.

Fear of the trans child.

Telegraph Ave.

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