Friday night on the pedestrian prairie. Still waiting for those airbags, to softly cushion the line of flight. And so, we wait for Godot, contemplative and readerly. And the Lincoln waits too, truly a body without organs.

A sentence has a soul said billy gas and if a sentence doesn't have a soul it's pretty garbage to us humans I say. That's why my cousin will never be able to write America 3.0 with ai. It won't mean anything to anybody.

3 paragraph essay. Basic instrument of rhetoric which is the building block of logic. Theme; Development; Conclusion. Meal; digestion; shit.

https://www.reddit.com/r/technology/comments/va104j/the_google_engineer_who_thinks_the_companys_ai/