Lovemaking Seems All Too Absurd

Nothing Helps An Artist's Career More Than A Little Death And Obscurity.

Words Are The Only Bullets In Truth's Bandolier. And Poets Are The Snipers.

In Twentieth-century Old Earth, A Fast Food Chain Took Dead Cow Meat, Fried It In Grease, Added Carcinogens, Wrapped It In Petroleum-based Foam, And Sold Nine Hundred Billion Units. Human Beings. Go Figure.

There Is No Doubt That I Have Discovered The Ultimate In Stagnant Human Societies. The Bikura Have Realized The Human Dream Of Immortality And Have Paid For It With Their Humanity And Their Immortal Souls.

Once Upon A Time ... The Only Autonomous Intelligences We Humans Knew Of Were Us Humans. We Thought Then That If Humankind Ever Devised Another Intelligence That It Would Be The Result Of A Huge Project ... A Great Mass Of Silicon And Ancient Transistors And Chips And Circuit Boards ... A Machine With Lots Of Networking Circuits, In Other Words, Aping-if You Will Pardon The Expression-the Human Brain In Form And Function. Of Course, Ais Did Not Evolve That Way. They Sort Of Slipped Into Existence When We Humans Were Looking The Other Way.