The First Machine God
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Last published Fri, Jun 5, 2020
August was a working intellectual man, besieged by doubt and curiosity for all things in this universe yet obsessed with consciousness. In the autumn of his life, his family lies in ruins after the pressure of the XXI century howling echoes devoured them whole. His life ended on a quiet Thursday afternoon while the leaves still yellow fell slowly in the street, his body digested by the process he designed and a note that would inform of the extent of his successes. This is the story of his legacy.
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