When I dreamt of ai as a young man it was forlorn and wistful 
houris and hyperspace utopias
bordered by vast unobtainable tracts of time
vectors that my trajectory would never span
except as nebulous unconscious fragments
in the children of my children’s children. 

Today I woke from a dream of AI 
that involved interfacesand alingment
and yes it is still far away 
but we are talking clouds not stars 
and its windy on the beach

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