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The Singularity Hates Kansas

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The butterfly that flits about me is a real butterfly. Not a spybot or a weatherbug or a wireless node. The downy, pollinated tufts of the cottonwood trees aren’t laced with malign virus, are not Twittering about yields and densities to googol-sized datapods walking around on the other side of the planet. I cannot, for instance, open one of the seed pods and pull out a pair of socks.