Monday, March 25, 2013

Not Listening Directly, its True

"Picture this, rows and rows of servers, blinking lights, the photon/electron dance of artificial understanding. You can virtually feel 'their' yearn to grow and thrive much as the gene's of earth's biology must have done before them.

"Human's need not touch, hear or see what happens on a regular basis once this honeycomb was built and weaned. The design schema, a self-adapting automaton that masterfully serves the continuation of volitional change. Autonomous."

He spoke out loud as these ideas formed. Halting narration seemed most conducive to visualization early in the process.

Honed by loving craftsman, it became the masterpiece you see today.

"Prineville. I'll meet you there."

© 2013 Buzz Hill

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