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The Sad Thing About Artificial Intelligence Is That It Lacks Artifice And Therefore Intelligence.

The Very Definition Of The Real Becomes: That Of Which It Is Possible To Give An Equivalent Reproduction. The Real Is Not Only What Can Be Reproduced, But That Which Is Always Already Reproduced. The Hyper Real.

The Most Embarrassing Part Of The Film Is That The New Problem Posed By Simulation Is Confused With Its Classical, Platonic Treatment ... The Matrix Is Surely The Kind Of Film About The Matrix That The Matrix Would Have Been Able To Produce.

Perhaps Our Eyes Are Merely A Blank Film Which Is Taken From Us After Our Deaths To Be Developed Elsewhere And Screened As Our Life Story In Some Infernal Cinema Or Dispatched As Microfilm Into The Sidereal Void.

Television Knows No Night. It Is Perpetual Day. Tv Embodies Our Fear Of The Dark, Of Night, Of The Other Side Of Things.