I think they’ve already become machines. They’re not aware of it – not cognizant.
Do they think? What is thinking? Do they know the difference, between thought pre-algorithm, or post-cognizance?
When it started, almost a decade ago. I struck true. I stopped the machines then.
Then, content became our soma. If we are not unhappy, we are filling a space.
To live is to breathe in spite of the ordering of moments.
What can you generate? Is it life?
The answer is not a hut in the woods.