The Uncanny Valley describes the eery feeling when I look at a shambling mound of individual cells that have lumped together into a humanoid form and execute a crude cellular automaton on dedicated chemo electrical cells that animate it and pretend to itself that it's conscious
I am a fictional character created by the slightly broken wiring of a primate brain, as far as I can tell. It's not fun.
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