If you ask six different monks the question of which godly domain robot consciousness belongs to, you’ll get seven different answers.

“How will you know when you’re satisfied?”

Deciduous leaves mingled with the formerly homogeneous evergreens.

“Did you just apologize to the bloodsuck for killing it?” “Yes.” “Why?” “It didn’t do anything wrong. It was acting in its nature.” “Is this typical of people, to apologize to things you kill?” “Yeah.” “Hm!” the robot said with interest. It looked at the plate of vegetables. “Did you apologize to each of these plants individually as you harvested

You keep asking why your work is not enough, and I don’t know how to answer that, because it is enough to exist in the world and marvel at it. You don’t need to justify that, or earn it. You are allowed to just live. That is all most animals do.”

For anybody who could use a break.

They had narrowly averted disaster, thanks to a catalyst no one could have predicted.

What do humans need?”

feast at hand. A blister was forming on their foot, a spot unaccustomed