Sunday, February 17, 2008

composition, to the point, machines

Two vapour trails are drawn parallel by aircraft at different heights. A seagull, gliding, not a movement of its wings, crosses both lines, its flight slow and graceful.

In the supermarket, a child perched on a trolley pushed into me by a bustling mother, says to me as I try to reach some fruit: "Who are you?"

An American engineer called Ray Kurzweil, I read on the BBC website, believes that humans and machines will eventually merge as machines, such as tiny robots, are implanted in the body to boost intelligence and monitor and cure disease.

4 comments:

Lucy said...

Were you able to answer the question?

Plutarch said...

No. There wasn't time. And just as well. It would have been difficult to find an answer to such a good question.

Lucy said...

'Who is it who can tell me who I am?'

Plutarch said...

Who indeed?