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tourquoise has written a remarkable poem --worth a click to read it.

Last night I dreamed that I was in a library that had info-bots--when you started browsing on a shelf, what appeared to be a person would walk up to you and start telling you stuff about the subject, and these people were actually just virtual creations, sort of like holograms? One nice young woman-bot came up to me and I asked her if I could have a wish, if she could teach me another language. At first she agreed, then thought it over and said very politely, "I think that would be a little too young for me." I guess in my dream computers, natural language must be a lot easier to handle than in real life...

Not done with libraries, I went on to dream that in another library, my credit and debit cards were stolen.