I remember the last part of my dream from last night.
I woke up with a start just now when I realised that a 'company' is a virtual human and a 'computer' represents them.
Computers have more rights than you do.
It made sense in my dream.
But now that I'm awake, I remember that you don't really exist, that language is meaningless and that there is no identifiable meaning in life nor any justifiable basis for laying claim to reality or morality that isn't just as ethereal as the notion of virtual human private ownership rights.
I blame Miguel for my nightmare.
happy new year
Happy new year! :)
Nah, Miguel de Icaza (the guy running the mono project ).