By the time you read this it will already be too late.
With the squeal of metal on metal and the acrid smell of burning brake
shoes the millennium is grinding to a halt.
! ! !
Producing machines capable of artificial thought was easy. Producing
a machine capable of intelligence has proven elusive because there
just isn't anything on which to model it.
Radical solutions require radical problems.
To say that something is terribly wrong and vow to do more of the same
to fix it is...
We need fertilizer and all we get is crap.
Technology is a wonderful thing... isn't it? Well, isn't it?
Ask Me How.
As Einstein used to say when he was deep in his cups, "It's
like being on two trains at once. One is going nowhere and the other
is going in the opposite direction."
We have passed the point of no return.
We must be lost. We've passed the point of no return three times in
the last hour.
The next century started prematurely and it's already hurtling out of
Scuze me Timmy while I go fire up the ol' status quo generator.
Looks like we're in for more of the same and lots of it.
The track we are on has been chosen for us by others.
Of course no one is so naive as to believe this. Not if they know
what's good for them.
A train is like a metaphor.
Choice is either a cruel hoax or a pathetic farce: take your pick.