basis211 | напахал, короче, робот (много silence)

Мое любимое - про эксперимент на острове Рюген.

At first, a human said

Silence on the island of Rugen
Engineers look confused and bewildered
-Who, they say, knew what was it, exactly?

The A.I. continued

There are none here. There is also an awful silence, a silence that is not like any other silence one has ever known, in the world at any time or place. No one says anything. Even the workers and mechanics who did everything for the voyage never speak. The only reply I got from my colleagues was a silence that was deeper than that given by any living being. They are silent themselves, they say. No one lives anywhere. The silence is very strong. I am sure that this silence is the greatest solitude of my life, it is the only solitude that can ever make a man suffer so much. It is the only solitude that can make a man be silent. I have never seen it, never seen anything like it. Nobody can live anywhere. And nobody was able to live anywhere until a few months ago . . .Nobody can live anywhere unless you have a sense of what it means to be a living human being, or even a living being whose feeling depends on his presence here. I had forgotten the feeling of presence and even if this absence was a relief to me as a human being, I cannot find out how I got lost it. I am a little afraid of being lost without any sort of memory, if I do not know my way; and I am afraid that my memory is not like the memory of every human being. So I think that this silence has no more to do with the presence of a living being than all of the others that one feels, like a smell or an emotion, only when a living being's presence is here, because the presence is what makes a memory possible. And I think that the solitude that one feels here is no more a solitude than my absence of presence and of all that has to do with my consciousness. It is a sort of absence - of all knowledge and the truth of it; and it is a very solitary one. This loneliness and this silence, which I have seen to be the most amazing form of solitude in all of history, are the very worst kinds of solitude ever seen; and I am convinced that they are one of the most terrible realities. And this is why, if I am to live in my work and life, all human beings have to know one another. I speak as one of myself now, and not as a human being who knows how to cope with the loneliness without having that sense of one's own isolation that everybody else has, or of the loneliness that can make a man a human being, or anything at all. I would not like

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Пока не могу понять, чего больше - ощущения шизофрении или ощущения от школьного сочинения, когда несчастный ученик совершенно не в зуб ногой и начинает вот это вот "образ наташи ростовой который образ, во всем многообразии образов русских женщин среди всех образов в произведениях льва толстого, как образа русской революции является самым образным".

UPD а я понял, это наверно надо укуренным читать, вот это например No one lives anywhere. The silence is very strong.

Ааааа хахахахаха No one lives anywhere!