I don't care what Cam says. I've been working more on Alan and he is almost ready to try out. I am not going to delete him. I will make sure that Ian Caulkins does not find out what I'm doing.
Today my parents took me to the beach. I don't like the beach. It smells weird and it's always cold and the sand always gets in my shoes and it's really irritating. My favorite part was the drive there. I like to look out the window, and listen to classical music, and science talks. It's a long way to the beach, even with our fast maglev, so I had lots of time to do that. But sometimes I don't like long trips because my mom puts on music that was popular when she was growing up.
Fortunately we went to the e-book store after the beach.
I tried to contact Singularity Prime—they like to gather information on Caulkins—but I still can't reach them. I'll try again tomorrow.
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How to Think Like a Computer
Science FictionIn the not-so-distant future, artificial intelligence is banned because a technophobic cult called the Luddites has proclaimed it a threat to humanity. Torrin is a fifteen-year old autistic girl -- who just happens to be a programming genius. Angry...
