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29 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
Stainless execution of irony is the chief enemy of the 'boy who cried sincerity’.
SentientMeat
Machinations Supreme
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29 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
This pain, this joy, this grief, the brevity of thought as transient as the stream of atoms assembling us.
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29 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
Shoes 'talk' to our phones, measure your heart rate and post burned calories on Facebook.An unremarkable reality of today.As silicon shrinks and neuroscience advances it’s feasible to imagine having your brain monitored by a device in your pocket.You...
012
29 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
Yet attempting to bind ghosts of the units of life.Identity capital may or may not ensue.Suspended on reality.Garnering proof on make-shift basis.
011
29 Jul 2019 2 minute read 0 comments faustas
If we make progress in hardware >> we make progress in brain scanning.If we make progress in brain scanning >> we make progress in brain reverse engineering.If we make progress in brain reverse engineering >> we make progress in AI.What we have here...
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28 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
Striking a balance in friendships, wherein the selfish motives that fuel them, come to be imperceivable to all parties, is the sublimated yet defining attribute of all competent human intercourse.
009
28 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
The generational split and the nostalgia of 'the good-ol'-days' stem from the inability of the older generation to perceive that the ideologies have altered and the impotence to comprehend the new ones, which then triggers the automatic assault on th...
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28 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
If the goal is of legitimate interest and meaning, I imagine, the drudgery that is required to reach it, can be infused with zeal and awareness of necessity, that transforms simple tasks into something that drives people's persistence and determinati...
007
28 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
I cannot be myself and observe myself simultaneously. I can pretend, but it's a frivolous pass-time. If I succeed, the self dissolves.
006
28 Jul 2019 1 minute read 0 comments faustas
Commemorance of Jesus, erected Indian heads,Tranies in green neon heals, cursing the planet.Sweet slacker on the stairs of the city council,George Frederic declaring bells unlooked for at 2am.Permeable oak casks and distilleries, evaporating onto the...
