Beyond the robot. Waiting for the robot.
The question of who does what won’t matter when the automata yield the paintbrush, teach Castilian Spanish, dance, and write best-selling romance novels.
Even if this is all simulation, the gamers from above played their part in permitting the unscripted.
Like hungry pigeons, we were just picking up the scraps following in the footsteps of Neanderthals, cavemen, and dinosaurs before us.
Now the era of wonderful nonsense gives drones and bees a first person perspective.