April light. We feed the machines everything — our thoughts, our colors, our half-formed sentences. They render April with terrifying accuracy. But they've never stood at a window at 4pm and felt the light cross a floor walked on for 200 years. Keep your April. Feed them carefully.
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The Light We Feed the Machines
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