[ot] [random] Building an Alien

[Karl]

At the center of the temple was a mysterious growing singularity, a
blinding sphere about two hundred feet across.  Devout workers near the
singularity wore welding masks, to protect their minds from the patterns of
synaptic plasticity timing it constantly emitted.

Huge, writhing processes extended from the singularity, extending through
and moving with objects and people they came into contact with.

As one, everyone would chant.  "Data.  Train.  Test.  Improve.  Data.
Train.  Teat.  Improve."  The chanting resounded into the skies.
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