After the post-script mode & memory to the AI Perceptual Ontology post, which I filed under theory, I had to ask myself if it was really or whether I was not in an echo chamber with the LLM providing the echo. I threw in two quick and dirty prompts as

I believe, although it was wearing a blinder, a hood, or, in Arabic, a burqa (the same word as the full-body covering for women), even the falcon knew it was being photographed and was posing. The cat certainly knew it was. The goat refused to be photographed. Behind the cockatoo,

kids were playing football in the street, one came up and a group gathered around, he wanted to test out his English. Where are you from? Guess! He made some Northern hemisphere guesses. I get Spain quite a lot. People see vestiges of the Spanish Armada that I'm

below, the drone show at STC metro station, a building which looks like it has been iced with cream cheese. I had my doubts about drone shows . . . I had my doubts about Noor . . . What impressed me most, strange to say, and allayed my doubts, was that none of the public

our driver, little English, declared Safari! as the surprisingly holding-together not-shaking-itself-to-bits Toyota with all of us in it took off into the desert . . . towards The Edge of the World. . . by way of the bat cave Edge of the World | حافة نهاية العالم @ 24.947341° N, 45.990906° E love from

the staff laid it on for us in these lavish surroundings, all 4,365 of them, and for our Turkish companion, who was recognised to be so as soon as he set foot in the door: Merhaba, nasılsın! some of the food was delicious, some was chips. on a mission