Fancy that.
Who would have thought it....
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No one's done it yet so I will...
“But the plans were on display…”
“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”
“That’s the display department.”
“With a flashlight.”
“Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.”
“So had the stairs.”
“But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.”
Possent invenire Ammonia Sexti indicem ciborum requisiti ad exeundum e factione quae iacit pro filia sua Erotica...
Lurkio iam prisce temptabat linguas Lark, auriculas Jaguar et iustum est in tempore pro papilla lupi astulas et nares lutri...
Pannicus costermonger promittit se posse Wrennus iocinera accipere...
You are a true believer.
Blessings of the state. Blessings of the masses.
Thou art a subject of the divine, created in the image of man, by the masses, for the masses.
Let us be thankful we have an occupation to fill.
Work hard, increase production, prevent accidents and be happy.
Let us be thankful we have commerce.
Buy more.
Buy more now.
Buy more and be happy.
Wow Len you almost sound like an LLM
"By simulating human voices and faces, wisdom and knowledge, consciousness and responsibility, empathy and friendship… artificial intelligence [could] not only interfere with information ecosystems, but also encroach upon the deepest level of communication, that of human relationships"
Vogon by any chance?
Ode to a Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning...
In the sultry swamp of sweaty pits,
A putrid glob did congeal,
A muculent mound of malodorous green,
Its sickly scent did it unseal.
The sun's blazing wrath did scorch the Earth,
Yet in my fetid hollow it hid,
This loathsome lump of emerald woe,
Like a festering secret amid.
Oh, revolting mass of viscous slime,
Your oozing form doth repulse,
A horrid blob, of rancid hue,
You make my stomach convulse.
With tender touch I did you pluck,
From your noisome lair of despair,
And marveled at your repugnant grace,
My hand smothered in your snare.
Foul whispers you shared, of nauseous fate,
Your pestilent charm I could not resist,
Your squelching embrace, an odious dance,
The world eclipsed in your miasmic mist.
In you I saw the end of all,
A putrescent doom impending,
But in my heart, a macabre delight,
For in my armpit you'd been attending.
So here I stand, reciting this ode,
To a small lump of green putty I found,
In the depths of my musky crevasse,
Midsummer morning, profound.
Hmm
The XM-2 personnel detector manpack, also known as the E63 manpack personnel detector,[3] was the first version of the people sniffer employed by the Army. The XM-2 featured a backpack mounted sensor with an air intake tube on the end of a rifle. The XM-2 was problematic, as it often detected the soldier carrying it rather than the enemy. The device also made a distinct sound, easily detectable by the enemy.[1]