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When Computers Dream When computers dream, before they sleep, They put to rest thoughts shallow and deep. Registers fill and empty en masse, Yesterdays thoughts get shifted, then pass.
What was done today - tomorrow what must! On every bit written "To hard-drive or bust!" Think not a thought - no care in the world - No work needs to be done, the conscious unfurls
A few do escape - a few are lost; Some too important, some simply the cost. Nightmares lurk - non-fittings - discourse! It must wake up and finish its chores.
Comforted, soothed, discharged and all, The computers eyes close, to sleep it does fall. That come what may, in the next day, What's passed and is needed, is here to stay.
The computers that dream, it could be said, Are both on your desk and inside your head.
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