The moonlessness of it all,
this,
the first night of November,
and the sky veils itself.
It is light I seek,
in the clouds.
I strain my eyes,
then, promptly, I ask Claude!
Is she bracing
for Diwali?
Hmmm. Or....
Oh!
Is she hiding her
splendor from Data Centres?
— Leslie
(Poem: We better scramble to protect our true valuables from this relentless predator. AI Data Centres are here to stay, they say, but at what cost?)
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| Painting-René Magritte, The Mysteries of the Horizon, 1955. (Pic courtesy: WikiArt). |
