Books about Digital Life
Apart from Deep Thought, the only fictional machine to affect me strangely
was The Novel Computer, from the French by one Robert Escarpit. This would
have been the eighties or earlier and is, no doubt, long since out of print.
Inevitably, his machine was programmed to write best-sellers, probably in
Lisp as Delphi was not available then. His day may yet come, when we can
then all go home. Until then ...
Groups inevitably generate private languages. How, for example, could the
Potteries have been run without slip, biscuit, sagger-maker's bottom
knocker? Just wish there were somewhere a Lexicon.
John
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