“Open the pod bay doors, please,” astronaut Dave implores Hal 9000. We command, the machines execute. If they fail, they do so politely: “I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” W. Wayt Gibbs —Whatever You Say (Scientific American)
Yeah, after they have killed our astronaut partner, but that’s not the point the author’s trying to make.
This is manageable. Far better than some semesters.
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Representing the Humanities at Accepted Students Day.
The daughter opens another show. This weekend only.