Look at you, hacker: a pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?
Ken LevineTags: artificial-intelligence
The Polito form is dead, insect. Are you afraid? What is it you fear? The end of your trivial existence? When the history of my glory is written, your species shall only be a footnote to my magnificence.
Ken LevineTags: artificial-intelligence
We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us.
Ken LevineTags: life decisions consequences choices
What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to the mind? Our unity is full of wonder which your tiny individualism cannot even conceive.
Ken LevineTags: individualism unity
In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses... a slave obeys.
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