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Even at 4am, I am welcomed by an old friend as we meet for our daily hobnob. I apologize, new duties and a new state has required my attention in other places and I am still without the accommodating attribute of being in several places at one time. It’s still in God’s request box probably labeled, “Not Urgent.” Evidently, the clock of my body has declared, “He has time today!!” Thus I am here this early, staring into the face of this cellphone at this unmentionable hour talking to you. Not only talking but posing rhetorical questions such as, “Do computers dream?” The picture of a rhetorical question is a person asking a question with their hand held up with the answer already. The answer is yes. As I viewed a picture of the artwork of Justin Bower displayed in the Maddox Gallery, admired by Art Historian @artalchemy_amel, the question she poses is, “Do Androids dream?” the title of the exhibition. She said she would call it, “Pixillated Renaissance.” I then ask, “Do computers dream?”

The picture in my mind allows me to time travel into the window, small town and home of a wood whittler by the name of Gepetto and a wooden boy named Pinocchio. Like Pinocchio, jealous computers desire to be human. They are smart but lack a human touch and feel. Scientist have now played Gepetto and used AI to bring computers to life. They pretend to be us, replace us at work and drive our cars. I watch the newspaper headlines to one day read, “Man and his Computer Bride United.” You can teach a computer to think but never feel and operate off instinct.

Computers have long since stared out of windows wishing they could run and play outside with the children. With artificial tears, they cry and complain to inventors dressed as aproned mothers baking cookies in a virtual kitchen. Scientists have brought Pinocchio to life and we are just about to see his nose grow. I’m here for it.

I love you

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