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There Getting A Disassociate [funny story]
« on: June 20, 2012, 10:52:10 AM »
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Re: There Getting A Disassociate [funny story]
« Reply #1 on: June 20, 2012, 06:29:39 PM »
anybody read Charles Stross' Rule 34? it involves a pre-cyberpunk near future in which spam bots are no longer distinguishable from humans on the internet. I'm glad we're not there yet, but there's something hypnotic here. a sort of crystalline beauty, I feel. this should be preserved in amber. or maybe ether.