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Loading up the A.I. with works of fiction to give it a more solid grasp of language might’ve been a mistake. Then, late one night, I’d forgotten to upload the dummy data. I woke up the next morning to a full-fledged novel that CASE had titled Magician in the Machine. When CASE had read it aloud to m
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Huu Truong Espritgames на RUTUBE: 11 видео — смотреть онлайн и бесплатно (32052375) rutube.ru › channel/32052375/ His heart beat so fast that it thumped in the sides of his head. In the way sometimes in dreams you just know something, Eddie knew that something was chasing him. He knew that it wasn’t the hopping monsters with the wiggly thumbs that came out of their faces—the ones Dad once called Lurchers. He knew it wasn’t the woman the size of a truck—the one who was all mixed up with wires and marble tile and other stuff that it takes to make a building. Dad said her name had been Micah. Dad said she was dead. But that’s not why Eddie knew the thing chasing him in his dreams wasn’t Micah. He knew because that’s what the dream was. In the dream, something else chased him, it wanted him for a reason he didn’t understand. He could almost say that reason out loud, like it was on the tip of his tongue. Something to do with that day he went inside the skyscraper. As the thing chased Eddie, everything it passed became more of itself. Eddie didn’t know what that meant—more of itself—but he knew it was true. He didn’t know what would happen when the thing caught him. But it terrified him. At least twice a week, this dream had woken him up in the middle of the night. Each time, the monster chasing him got closer and closer. Last night, when he sat up in bed to switch on his lamp, he could still feel fingers brushing the back of his neck. Too many fingers. Layers of them. A car passed at the bottom of the hill, kicking up gravel that had spilled out of the driveway. Eddie avoided looking Grandpa in the eye. He traced the path away from this conversation: down the gravel driveway, onto the road, around the bend and into town. He wanted to escape. But he didn’t dare pedal away in the middle of Grandpa talking to him. On the other hand, Grandpa wanted to talk about Eddie’s dreams, which were about the skyscraper. Dad forbade Eddie from talking about that. He didn’t want Dad to get mad. Eddie knew that Dad wouldn’t leave him if he got mad. He used to think that if he wasn’t helpful all the time, Dad would leave. But Grandma never let