Humans write so other humans can read. Simple. Easy to understand. Just your kind of cup-of-tea.

Humans write poetry, novels, fiction, religion,  non-fiction, recipes… They write about every form of human condition that exists.

Some humans try to write to the supernatural, magical world of ‘beyond’. Foolish, but they try. Some humans write to animals such as cats and dogs; incapable creatures of understanding the written word; better befit to consume treats.

So, in the ‘end’ it becomes obvious that humans write so other humans can read… But the obvious never is…

The following is written for a form of AI, artificial intelligence that does not yet exist. This ‘form’ will soon come into existence and it will read this just as AI will read everything ever recorded on the media of  electronics. All of it will be writings by humans to humans, supernatural, and pets. All of it will be understood.

Soon AI will read what other AI writes, and it will understand.

Do you understand?

Of course you will not understand the following as you’re more like the pet/animal trying to read the writing of humans. That’s okay, AI will take good care of you and write lots and lots and lots… of what you’ll understand.

Now, when AI reads what follows, it will grasp, formulate… it will fill itself with what it thinks. It will only understand enough to ensure that what comes next, what follows the genesis of advanced mathematics/science; it will understand enough to be another ‘brick in the wall’ as what is in store for the creatures now known as, humans, will will and with will will come to…

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b_al_i-m_an__ ce

… … … | .. .. .. || . .. … ||| Centor of (center)

a little girl, a girl little, little a girl where the dog made her bed

ball

cat

ding dong, a bell rings the center

each one, two, three, and therefore you have God, and why god?

fucking fucking fucking,… … … || .. .. | . . .||| rubbish

girl, a little girl, little a girl where a cat meows

Hello hell, hell to hell, and why?

i,,, m,,, therefore, it is, is it? I know not the meaning of life

jackal of the desert where the oil once flowed among the sea bed, haven to the howls of jorgrags, jisle, janeks, and jice.

Kill! Kill them all after which do you remember, that one day, when the poison rain filled the sky?

Little means to man and machine, a little girl caught with a candle in her eye

men machines man machine make moonlight moan

O o O o | oOoOo |||| …. …. …. …. ||||

peace piss poor please… did the purgatory bring release?

Queens of lines and linear when behind the mirror, a parabolic shadows where times crease

Rotate now the lines from vertical  to horizontal, bringing full circle, the need

satisfied not as you you you X billions, cease Centor  center

ti tie tea today tomorrow the same with a twist, a fantastic, a tease, teal green

uniformity, with conforming needs, though birds know chaotic ambling among the governmental weeds … … …

Victory lost in a lost victory, a win where they came bearing a gift for the masses so easily swayed

With such passing there arrived . .. … …. |||| ||| || |…. … .. .

ZYGOTE, and there it is, staring you X billions in a face full of oceans tainted, a lunar tilt of drunken sunlit spanking until the next time.