We enter this world with a cry and a breath, Every step that we take is a dance closer to death, We cling to what’s fleeting, what time will refuse, We cherish, we love, but we’re born to lose.

He had entered the party with raw confidence. It was one of those evening roof gatherings with orange light where young people meet to socialise and try not to look at their cell phones for more than five minutes. He thought, “I am going to meet someone interesting today.” Everyone smelled good and looked as if the world had no problems. As he walked through the fancy people, he started to believe that he had no problems either.

The owner of the apartment worked in high tech, which meant he earned a living setting up a strategy for a redundant product. A redundant product whose strategy he had learned from a machine, which had itself designed and implemented the product and would probably improve it before anyone finished implementing the latest version.

He looked for the hors d’oeuvres and whatever alcohol was fuelling the socialization. He buttoned his two-piece suit. The conversations around were about automation, artificial intelligence, and other subjects that could make it to the........

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