If there’s a shag on stage in Act I, it had better go off by Act III…

(and a separate compound-noun for the realisation that you’ve left an egregious typo in the middle of your post about it)

(Correction: 15th century)

To be fair, there are easier ways of laundering money in this town…

(Still a thing)

Yes to all of this — I keep coming back to William Gibson’s Neuromancer — a truly sentient AI (which I believe to be an impossibility, but whatever) wouldn’t be a friend — it would be a voluntary pact with a demon.

My problem with the article — and with many other conversations on related topics recently — is the docility with which we’ve side-stepped the question of what it means to be sentient, or to suffer, or to experience the world in all its imperfections.

Ah — I think we’re agreeing. Strongly.

Out of interest, why?

“But I was lost in a dark wood,” he said comedically.