Brody Eldridge

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In a lowered tone, he told what little he knew. It was an Adam of Bantu appearance, living in the suburbs of Vienna. He had developed a particular genius for the piano, especially for the music of Bach. His Goldberg Variations had amazed some critics. This Adam had, according to his final message to the cohort, “dissolved his consciousness.” “He’s not actually dead. He has motor function but no cognition.” “Could he be repaired or whatever?” “I don’t know.” “Can he still play the piano?” “I don’t know. But he certainly can’t learn new pieces.” “Why don’t these suicides leave an explanation?” ...more
Machines Like Me
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