The machines never did manage to match the neurological diversity of humanity. They tried, but they never figured out how to build an eccentric algorithm or a misfit, outsider, or rule breaker. There was a bland franchised feel to all their thoughts. They were never unpredictable like a star-gazing vagabond.

Use the comments to complete the following, “The world isn’t run by weapons anymore, or energy, or money. It’s run by little ____.”

A photo of a large sculpture depicting an autistic perspective, crafted by Grace Hopper


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