From the bathroom, I hear a polite tap on the front door. Then Molly’s steps from the living room to answer it. “Hello? Oh,” she says. “Who is it?” I call, my mouth full of toothpaste. “Babe, it’s the Singularity. It says everything’s different now.” “AI? This early in the morning,? Tell him, I gotta … Continue reading Last Day for Babies
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