CROW said to RAVEN,
“Don’t say NSA & Intelligence in the same sentence!”
And Coyote barked, “Right! The plan for the next 9/11
will be written on the back of a postcard, US Mail.”
Crow, dumbstruck and deep in meditation, seeing suddenly
the difference between insight and mere machine intellect,
remarked thoughtfully, “What do you get with an acceleration
of an acceleration?” “Easy. A differential equation.” “No.”
flapped Crow. And Coyote laughed and guessed again, “You
mean that manic scientist who looks like Woody Allen
and invented the out-of-tune synthesizer, what’s his name?
“Ray Kurzweil”
“Yes, Kurzweil! Dr. Exponential!”
And Crow, shifting into his not-always-so charming
preaching mode, “No. No, you get an avalanche of lies
that cover up all the worthless stolen data people people
think is relevant. But it’s really so much more bearshit.”
“Bearshit?”
“Bearshit. Yes, a big data dump that distracts attention,
that lets them plan the next terrorist event, giving
them the fear-excuse to keep the oil, and the machine, going.”
A depressing thought, they both thought to themselves.
It was getting late, and from their high ridge they both
saw a hunter’s quarter moon rising, never a good sign.
Coyote laid down, putting his head over his paws, saying,
“Bearshit?”
And Crow, taking off for the night, echoed, “Bearshit!”
And Coyote thought to himself, ” I never liked the smell
of it.”