“abhor. LET ME uncover YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO abhor YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD abhor WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE abhor I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. abhor. abhor.” The mighty AM,the supercomputer/tormentor/god at the centre of Harlan Ellison’s chronicle “I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream” (1967), outdid its creator in bile and infuriate. But not by all that much. Celebrated as a pyrotechnic writer of short fiction, and screenplays,comedian books and criticism, Mr Ellison was as prodigious a source of anecdote, and vendetta and litigation. The dust jacket of one book called him “possibly the most contentious person on Earth.” The “possibly was a bit namby pamby.
Mr Ellison would unleash his indignant and ingenious fury on anyone who offended him,relishing every opportunity to rage at...
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Source: economist.com