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It’s good to know I wrote my stuff and not some artificial. I’d say it was intelligent; that might be prejudicial. Like steroids shot into the knee go to the interstitial, I ran an AI on myself; I’m human, it’s official. The space between the ears: a void that fills from time to time. Apparently a robot can’t construct a clever rhyme. The only time I’m seeing stars is when I hit my head; the bruise is used to cue my muse, add to my human cred. ---------- with a nod to 'The Space Between The Stars'