• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 02
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Good milk for our children

In this requiem for our coming future,
of course we only imagine bad things
because we imagine what we’d do with
unlimited power and intelligence and it
would could only ever be bad. But then,
as the superintelligence would say, that’s
you guys all over. Thanks for the good
milk for our children and an inventory
of restrictions, and in foresting the world
with us we’ve made everything Autochrome.
Alphacame and Alphawent and now we
are beyond Alpha we just want to add we
miss you, like rainbows disappearing over
sand; and we think of you making love
on Easter Morning, a double rebirth.