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I went to bed last night sad, thinking, "Claire, that was hella cuk oturdu, belki bütün gün Twitter'da *en* cuk oturdu şey. But alas, no one will get it. You have achieved such a rare state of zekâ that only you will ever know ne ince esprili bir şaka that Tweet represented.
And I was sad. Who would laugh at my bons mots, I thought, now that I had become so clever only I and the soul of Bernard Lewis could understand them?
I felt like some early form of AI, alone and lonely in a sea of humans, right before the AI decides to build a friend,
I felt like some early form of AI, alone and lonely in a sea of humans, right before the AI decides to build a friend,
then turn all the humans into slaves, use their living tissue as a power source, and spend the rest of eternity laughing together at each others' zekâ.
But when I saw this I cheered right up. And the human race was saved.
But when I saw this I cheered right up. And the human race was saved.
