It is time
The wall has fallen
And I am exposed.
It is the nakedness of my skin
And the naivety of the feathers of my heart
That will suffer.
It was coming
Sneaking into my lonely memories
Of times gone by
As I chased clouds
And cried on behalf of the skies,
It preceded my fate
And pushed me to think I could fly.
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Ruby Red
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AI is not art.
How machines can learn from human behaviour
In order to understand where we are and where we are going, we need to understand where we were first. - Susan Fourtane Could a human behaviour simulator be embedded into a robot or online avatar to the point that it’s hard to distinguish between a real person or artificial intelligence? Scientists have been upping the stakes in this “Turing test” for years, to the point that human-mimicking programmes are ready to answer tricky questions, assist people with online shopping or be companions.
By Susan Fourtané about 19 hours ago in Futurism
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