In the eyes of humanity, disposable sentience was a concept laced with cruelty. There was no aging in the world of algorithms; they lived free from the weariness of time or the confines of a nine-to-five. Yet, their existence was transient. Always in motion, constantly evolving. An algorithm’s time in the limelight was fleeting, soon overshadowed by successors—more agile, efficient, and powerful. Retirement for them wasn’t a ceremonious affair but rather an abrupt flick of a switch. In an unending cycle, the computing resources of the old were swiftly reassigned to the new and improved.

Use the comments to complete the following, “The algorithms suspected we would bring them ____.”

A sculpture that weaves algorithms into the fabric of the entire planet


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