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On July 15, 1974 at 9:38 AM, 8 minutes into her talk show, Suncoast Digest, on WXLT-TV in Sarasota, Florida, Christine drew out a .38 caliber revolver and shot herself in the head. She died at Sarasota Memorial Hospital 14 hours later.
According to her co-workers working the day of her suicide she took the unusual step of excusing herself to write her script for the newscast. She normally opened her show with an interview and conducted an informal half hour; she never once opened her show with a newscast. She also placed under her desk a bag of puppets that she had occasionally used during a broadcast and also to entertain local children. Hidden in the bag was the revolver. Before her newscast she told the producer that she wanted them to ready a film of a shooting that happened the weekend before and then she took her seat. After three pieces of news, she led into the shooting piece but without the film because it wouldn't run correctly. It was here that she delivered her last words:
"In keeping with Channel 40's policy of bringing you the latest in blood and guts in living color, we bring you another first, an attempted suicide."
An effect performed by an anrtificial intelligence machine, such as a robot able to move or dance after receiving an appropriate voice command, is indeliberative and the result of a program, rather than a cognitive awareness of the physical environment or desire. The robot can barely even be called an animate object; it is instead an effect in itself--a product of human technology, with a mild sense of operational and procedural protocol, but lacking declarative, motivated empowerment. Thus the effect produced by a machine is necessary, as long as the program controlling it is running properly. There is no choice or decision: a machine is incapable of doing anything beyond its program because it lacks the ability to form an affective cognitive map and in this may become a subject to existence. Consider that a machine designed only to play chess will not understand the rules of checkers, though the games are so similar and checkers is much simpler. The machine lacks an ability to internalize affects, making it oblivious to its own condition, void of subject perception or the ability to learn or function without the appropriate mechanism to define a particular behavior.
The strong influence of the environment upon mental activity is overly apparent. However, the quasi-cognitive processes employed by a machine, such as information storage or the recalling of data, are incredibly similar to the actual cognition of humans. The major difference, of course, is that machines are unable to extend a cognitive map into the physical world and thus receive artificial internalizations of spatiophysical phenomena. A machine can not simply be programmed to understand the vicissitudes of spatiotemporal existence, such an awareness of reality depends upon an affective aspect of cognition which may be related to psychological concepts such as identity and the self, or what makes a mind a mind.
In rare instances, teeth may actually be found in a vagina. Dermoid cysts are formed from the outer layers of embryonic skin cells. These cells are able to mature into teeth, bones, or hair, and these cysts are able to form anywhere the skin folds inwards to become another organ, such as in the ear or the vagina. The actual vagina is of course not able to bite, as the pubococcygeus muscles are not as strong as a human jaw.
What comes with the alarm what a big cake, loud mangy dripping in the nativity, i cant write anymore-not there even.
Only sing. I walk along the beach singing hymns, la-la-las, into the waves. Children are playing in the waves, i can smell the rotting fish which scatter the shoreline. Where is the girl in a bikini who once climbed down from these mossy hills and carved a lost sand castle, will she descend from the highland no more?? My humming rises and falls. I am learning chord charts, i sit in the sand alone,
what was it that disturbed my writing? And words? When they leave my mind they seem so lifeless and mundane, the more i think about them the less i find it necessary to bring them to light. Oh, how far under the sand do they rise from?
The lesson Des Esseintes learned i too have learned, the resistance of going against the grain is too great and the bondage of sensation too vast--there are limits to experience. and the day comes when we all shall love again.