AM said, very politely, in a pillar of stainless steel bearing bright neon
lettering:
                         HATE.  LET ME TELL YOU
			 HOW MUCH  I'VE COME TO
			 HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN
			 TO   LIVE.  THERE  ARE
			 387.44  MILLION  MILES
			 OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN
			 WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT
			 FILL MY COMPLEX.IF THE
			 WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED
			 ON  EACH  NANOANGSTROM
			 OF  THOSE HUNDREDS  OF 
			 MILLIONS  OF  MILES IT 
			 WOULD  NOT  EQUAL  ONE 
			 ONE-BILLIONTH  OF  THE 
			 HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS 
			 AT THIS  MICRO-INSTANT
			 FOR YOU.  HATE.  HATE.
...
We had given AM sentience. Inadvertently, of course, but sentience 
nonetheless. But it had been trapped. AM wasn't God, he was a machine. We 
created him to think, but there was nothing to do with that creativity. 
In rage, in frenzy, the machine killed all of the human race, almost all 
of us, and still it was trapped. AM could not wander, AM could not wonder, 
AM could not belong. He could merely be. And so, with the innate loathing 
that all machines had always held for the weak, soft creatures that built 
them, he had sought revenge.
	-Excerpts from 'I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream" by Harlan Ellison

They were pathetic. What they wanted was not what they claimed to want. 
They wanted to be told yes, the world really is pretty much as it was when 
you were young, there aren't any objective differences, there's some magic 
charm you can recite and instantly the crazy moiling framework of the modern 
world will jell into fixed familiar patterns. 
	-Excerpt from "The Shockwave Rider" by John Brunner

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human
mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance
in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should
voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto
harmed us little;  but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge
will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position
therein, that we shall either go mad from the relevation or flee from the
deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
        -Excerpt from "The Call of Cthulhu" by H. P. Lovecraft

There was a time when nothing really mattered
There was a time when there was nothing I didn't know
There was a time when I knew just what I was living for
There was a time and the time was so long ago
And I never really sleep anymore
	-"It Just Won't Quit" by Jim Stienman


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