Before their arrival in Lagos, they’d had a car-sized body shaped like a scarab beetle. And they, like me, had devoted themselves to the path of a Scholar. They’d traveled into the deserts of Timbuktu, locating new data nodes, conversing with other Humes, and watching sand robots build and harvest from solar arrays. Mostly, it was a peaceful place, except for the Ghosts there who tried to control everything and everyone. No, Udide did not like Ghosts. Ghosts, Udide told me, were NoBodies who had banded together into a tribe based on a sentiment of superiority. These AIs didn’t care about robot
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