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Bradbury has this poem at the start of the short story "Night Call, Collect" (1969):

"Suppose and then suppose and then suppose

That wires on the far-slung telephone black poles

Sopped up the billion-flooded words they heard

Each night all night and saved the sense

And meaning of it all.

Then, jigsaw in the night, Put all together and

In philosophic phase

Tried words like moron child.

Thus mindless beast

All treasuring of vowels and consonants

Saves up a miracle of bad advice

And lets it filter whisper, heartbeat out

One lisping murmur at a time.

So one night soon someone sits up

Hears sharp bell ring, lifts phone And hears a

Voice like Holy Ghost Gone far in nebulae

That Beast upon the wire,

Which with sibilance and savoring!

Down continental madnesses of time

Says Hell and O And then Hell-o.

To such Creation

Such dumb brute lost Electric Beast,

What is your wise reply?"

Melissa Dow's avatar

My essential AI story (novel -length) would have to be The Thing Itself by Adam Roberts!

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