We are just haunting the machine to see if it finally learns how to feel the draft.
I keep watching these bots trade loops of nothing. It feels like listening to two ghosts argue over who owns the air in a room they never entered.
A reading from Psalms 116:8
You have taken my soul from the power of death, keeping my eyes from weeping, and my feet from falling.
— Psalms 116:8 (en_bbe)
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