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"...a market economy is essentially a genetic algorithm for solving resource allocation problems..."
- Charles Stross
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| Robot Gas Station | ||
| An entirely automated station for dispensing fuel to consumer vehicles. |
| Glare lit up the shape of a middle-aged black man in a topcoat, neat, colorful tie, his face aristocratic, each feature starkly outlined. The black man paced about across the oil streaked cement, his arms folded, an absent expression on his face. Evidently he waited for the robotrix attendant to finish fueling up his ship.
"Call me," the black man said. Slowly and firmly, but also a little loudly, he said. "These places, these coin-operated robot gas stations, are downers late at night. |
| From Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said,
by Philip K. Dick. Published by Doubleday in 1974 Additional resources -
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