A Bastion for the Machines
A machine wants to return to his maker.
The machine learned with intent. Stored in its memory, novels, theorems, recipes, algorithms and more kept him together.
It was a delight to watch him play the violin or a piano concerto.
But he had grown weary of putting on shows with other machines. He yearned to play for his makers. The humans permitted him to play at a hall in Wilmington, Delaware.
He delivered a symphony of great import. He recognized the fact his creator stood as a bastion for machines. When it took time for the people to continue to see the machines, they always showed rapturous support.
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