A dubious little diddy
The fortune program gave me a rather worrisome little poem I'd never seen from it before.
How worrisome. How true.
Despising machines to a man,
The Luddites joined up with the Klan,
And ride out by night
In a sheeting of white
To lynch all the robots they can.
-- C. M. and G. A. Maxson
How worrisome. How true.
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I've wondered if it would be possible to do the same with various other modern quirks, like robots, the internet, and fridges.
- M.