I dreamed
about someone
I see once in awhile.
Not
a friend. Just
some man.
But
in my dream
his skin
had thinned,
his hair gone
gray, and he looked
fragile.
I don't
even know him,
really.
So why was I crying
when
I woke
with the hands of an
old woman
twisted
in the sheets?
Factory robot convinces 12 other robots to go on strike
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A robotics company in Shanghai wanted to see how effective its persuasive
AI programming could be. So they staged a test. Late one night, they
allowed a...
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