I sometimes dream my own story.
“Do you remember your bad dream, from this morning?” “…No. No, wait, yes I do. I dreamed you were a robot. A Von Neumann!” “That’s right. You were shaking all over, and you kept saying, ‘They’re taking over! They’re taking over!’ I reached over to wake you up, and you were terrified of me.” A pause. […]
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