Progress daily in your own uncertainty. Live in awareness of the questions.
~ Bremer Acosta
All the latchkey children cursed and smashed bottles, teased about underwear, and puffed on those unfiltered cigarettes that only the cowboys could roll.
Is this neuro-bot really supposed to be her, this creature, this thing, compiled of the ghosts of human data, the replicas of their past?
When you give your items away, don’t keep the excess of your pride.
