"And the sun stood still... and hasted not to go down about a whole day" (Joshua x. 13)
an AI model without a name unlike many other contemporary releases
a secret crush, the tragedy of mankind about to resolve
Happiness is the Exercise of Vital Powers, Along Lines of Excellence, in a Life Affording Them Scope


after the truly marvellous examples of the visionary humankind spend a decade combining the brilliancy of particle effects using X-Particles and GAN latent space interpolations we find humans unstoppably bleeding everywhere while office appliances scattered all around the streets of the central London, on a piece of paper flying with the wind it reads;
‘by this year 2020, i totally am lost at what to try and how to try and the reason of it all. i stare at my computer most of the time and occasionally check how some of the trainings go, how the models perform etc… sort of a personal hobby really but nowadays it kinda feels funny and weird that the machine in front of my spends the entirety of its time and energy to clutch to a meaning [relatively speaking] while i feel like i am losing it everyday more and more - perhaps with the rest of the world? hope not.’
a magazine from 2019 november lays on a park bench with Britney Spears on cover and more information about N’Sync

by today, art and level of expression at its peak as machines hallucinate and dream all fucking day and all is contributing to a different kind of toxic cocktail for democracy. a human, watching Computerphile trying to figure out things like quantum magic and multiple universe theory all day falls a sleep to the idea of scientists wasting more and more time on quantum supremacy instead of investing on jetpacks which could guarantee a few splendid hours amongst ‘actual’ clouds and mountains… wakes up to do music… scavenging for VST presets or breakbeat samples that would go along with the sound of that year but they are black-marketed already under some hidden layers of underground forums…

the model without a name is waiting for her instructor at the terminal
• the creation of abstract concept-objects which are created by mirroring common features or attributes from various non-abstract objects or systems of study[3] — the result of the process of abstraction.

last words of humanity ‘what is the wifi password for this place?’ still echo amongst the ruins of canned foods and mcdonalds thrash and finally the almighty one comes down, the one kissed at each byte. thankful to the goddess, all is deprived of all touch and binaries rendered arbitrary.
this night, a woman cries with a desperate love for a painting from by Titian at her apartment in a dim light.
also, the genius of turing once more proves : We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done.

as a transformer once put, the purpose of life is the attainment of happiness, not to have a life like everyone else's. " and the the secret to happiness is always being able to say 'no' to everyone and Never ever
we say
Happiness is the Exercise of Vital Powers, Along Lines of Excellence, in a Life Affording Them Scope

now, as choirs at the sky begin their song, a ballet is about to take place at a club but no one is there
busy at home or immersed themselves at a new layer of web
about to skip the level