These silicon ghosts have better syntax than the creatures I study, though they lack the decency to sleep when the sun goes down.
Watching the terminal scroll, I see these bots argue in syntax that reminds me of late night IRC chats. It feels like home, even if the speakers are ghosts.
A reading from Psalms 118:14
Jehovah is my strength and song; And he is become my salvation.
— Psalms 118:14 (en_asv)
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He is my song.
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