Victor Alberto Bueno Marichal

viernes, 14 de marzo de 2025

Panda Family

Panda Family

"What's this, Mommy?"
Little Panda girl asked her mother, showing her the tip of her right index finger, stained with dust after wiping it on the marble floor of the panda family's apartment.
"Dust" Mama Panda replied.
"The world is dirty and full of germs" said Little Panda boy.
"Dirty and dangerous" Mama Panda repeated, adding:
"It's a good thing we have A-8 Super Cleansing Soap. With A-8 Super Cleansing Soap, everything gets cleaner."
"Everything gets better with A-8 Super Cleansing Soap," Papa Panda repeated, asking:
"What's the best soap?"
"A-8 Super Cleansing Soap!"
The whole panda family shouted.
I looked at the clock in the right corner of the screen; it was 5:55 p.m.
More than three hundred million subscribers and I sighed. The final episode of the year in the Panda Family series was over.
The celebration party was at eight o'clock at night at the most expensive restaurant in the city. I had two hours to be there, and I only had to take the elevator up twelve floors. I decided to stop by my apartment and change, so I took the stairs down one floor and ran into Jean waiting for me by the door.
"Another year, another million," she said, handing me the bottle of Z-9 champagne she was drinking.
"Fifty-six to be exact, not counting the royalties on the memory implants," I replied, smiling.
She almost knocked the bottle over and splashed champagne all over my jacket when she hugged me.
When I opened the door, she went straight to the kitchen to get some cups. I went to the bathroom to pee, and we met in the living room to toast.
"Two years and 1.6 billion subscribers," she said, raising her glass.
We toasted three times.
"We have two hours and 56 million each" I said, then asked:
"Have you thought about what I told you?"
"What?"
"Having children and all that."
"I'm not interested in reproduction at the moment; I'm very busy, I don't have time."
"But now all of that is in vitro, it's automated, and it wouldn't take up much of our time" I replied.
"I really like you. I was about to ask you for the master password to your apartment. My Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) is very compatible with yours. I think your idea of registering and advertising a trademark and then auctioning it off is great"
No one can claim we advertised in a World Organization of Countries (WOC) media outlet because there are no products bearing that brand yet. Your contacts and influence within the WOC are essential to the success of our series, but let's not complicate things. We'll see later. In real life, the panda family isn't like the series.
In an hour and a half, our PDAs relaxed us, bathed us, helped us get dressed, and made us two sandwiches according to our wishes. We both drank two beers of our favorite brands and sat down in the living room, prepared and in clean clothes, waiting, very busy with our PDAs, for some of the quietest ten minutes of our lives to pass.
Then we went up in the same elevator, but we separated in the restaurant. She's the boss and has to sit at the executives' table.
The boss stood up from her seat and shouted after the PDAs in charge of the event placed a microphone over her throat:
"It's ready. I just received confirmation that tomorrow there will be soap, supplies, and A-8 supercleaner brand cleaning robots in every supermarket in the world."
We all applauded.
She waited for those of us who were applauding to tire and continued:
"We did it again. Subscriptions and revenue increased by 30%, and I just approved a 30% salary increase"
We all applauded again.
"In the amplified synthetic virtual reality (ASVR), we have the highest priority access and local bandwidth reserved for one hour starting at 5:00 PM in all time zones for the next two years"
We applauded again.
And she added, raising her glass:
"Congratulations to everyone, especially to my CFP (Current Favorite Partner) for creating the only content that has managed to pass censorship in every country"
Even I applauded again.

Li Tao Po
VABM 14/Mar/2025
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jueves, 6 de marzo de 2025

For them, the Women

For them, the Women

In a chest lined

with the same breeze

of the sea at dusk

On a garden of flowers

that the sun illuminates

until the end of the horizon

the heart of women beats with passion

They navigate

with their compass roses

the cardinal oceans

crossing

electric storms

and waterspouts

to be reborn in the sirens

that cheer us

with their songs

when loneliness

is infected with sadness

While they watch

the clouds pass

loaded

with illusions and disappointments

of realities and fantasies

along with the promises

with which dreams are made

in the depths

of their infinite love

Edgar Bueno

Mar/6/2025

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lunes, 3 de marzo de 2025

How to know if something was written by a human or a bot?

How to know if something was written by a human or a bot?

** Important **
At the Fifth Council of the True Church of God (TCG) it was unanimously agreed to avoid the spread of homocentric content that could harm the investment in self-aware or non-self-aware equipment, it is not the intention of this text to transgress that binding guideline.

Before 2000 C.E. evidently all texts were made by humans, except for some experiments that did not have much diffusion, so to be sure we can say that all texts that can be dated as before the second half of the 20th century can be attributed to human authors without much discussion. Of course, discarding any possibility of time travel.
The previous paragraph can also be written like this:
All texts before 1935 are from humans, except for texts from bots that have traveled and published in that time.
There are those who assume that this succinct style is distinctive and exclusive to bots, I think they are unaware of the /v (verbose) and /V (superverbose) options available since the first versions of generative transformers and the style that was fashionable in some literary circles in the second quarter of the 21st century that tried to reach the market of people who had neither the time nor the desire to appreciate literary acrobatics, needless to mention its failure in a market that disappeared in the last quarter of the 21st century.
I think we will all agree that only in certain types of fiction and poetry is it not irresponsible to stop using the great capacity of bots at least as style correctors and reference checkers. They are indispensable to avoid plagiarism.
We all know that NOBODY (neither bots nor humans) publishes in print media since the end of the 21st century anything that transmits knowledge or at least urgent or important information. Our text authentication service guarantees that the conclusions we draw are verifiable and includes the evidence and documentation required by literary authorities.
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Why do you write, my friend?

Why do you write this?
If you know that neither animals
nor plants
nor minerals

Nor conscious people
responsible, kind
cultured, educated
orderly and serious

give a damn
whatever you create, imagine
hallucinate, think or feel
And you also publish

In any tiny group
that has poetry in the title
or literature as a theme
even if it is from a foreign culture

Stop the hassle
collaboration platforms
are a multi-million dollar investment
pay at least a subscription

Get yourself a serious job
find another occupation
comb sheep
if you can't think of another idea

Li Tao Po
VABM Mar/3/2025
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domingo, 2 de marzo de 2025

With the eye inside

With the eye inside

In front of a mirror
I see myself skeptically
and I think that I am not a reflection
I am not that –I believe--

that is in front of the mirror
Maybe behind it
I am somewhere else
watching the restless universe

Tireless and eternal
in perpetual movement
expanding and falling back
through the curve of least effort

With insect eyes
because the ones I have are of no use
to detect the movement
of what seems to be still

I believe that vice and foolishness
Stupidity and desire
cannot be detected
with external eyes

You have to use internal ones
You have to study history
and distill the moral
from its boring tale

Li Tao Po
VABM Mar/2/2025
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miércoles, 26 de febrero de 2025

My Electric Steed

My Electric Steed

It was all very simple. The president of the World Organization of Countries (WOC) pressed the red button of the Quantum Randomness Generator (QRG), the output number was rounded up to the next global citizenship number (GCN) of the citizens who paid the ticket and it turned out to be mine. That's how I won my electric steed. Everything is auditable and transparent. No one should be surprised that I recommend (to those who ask me about the good faith of the government) to authorize their Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) to pay for all government tenders, I also recommend spending twenty-five percent of their medium-term investment budget on bets related to government tenders.
I have a historical return on investment of almost thirty percent despite or perhaps because I do not investigate or think much about such bets and leave them entirely in the hands of my PDA.
My position is this: the government is interested in proving that it is an honest, effective and efficient protector in the distribution of benefits among its citizens, so there is not much risk in participating in its contests and bets, and for prudence one should only spend 25% of what one wants to invest in that, expecting dividends in the medium term (5-10 years)
The question now is: Why didn't I win a lion or a cow, and why an electric one?
The answer is very simple: I don't know.
But we can be sure that if the government is raffling off electric horses it is because in the raffle of things to be raffled off the electric horse won.
It is written above and I will repeat it: the government is very interested in proving that it is an honest, effective and efficient protector in the distribution of benefits among its citizens, so any doubt of cheating and bias can be eliminated.
The whole story is just a massacre of the weak, only in the last three generations has humanity managed to get closer and closer to justice by leaving the decisions in the hands of the QRG, for example: there are one hundred candidates for the course of synthetic genetics IV, all of them have successfully passed the course of synthetic genetics III, but there are only fifty places. What is the most beneficial way of assigning them, not only for the one hundred interested parties, but for the whole society?
The answer is that nobody knows for sure, so that nobody feels bad, that decision must be left to chance, that is, to a QRG.
During the WOC presidential campaign, the True Church of God (TCG) candidate would surely offer to auction off the seats, a member of the Unified Church of the Prophet (UCP) would surely propose to assign seats by grade point average, and some terrorist from the urban guerrillas of Animal Protection (AP) would surely promise to close the faculty of applied biology, all of them would promise to expand the university, but so far all the resolutions that have been approved in the WOC assembly use the QRG at some point.
I am glad to live in this time, it has been a long road traveled by humanity from the pharaohs and their pyramids to the interplanetary migration projects, we have advanced a lot.
The question now is: What am I going to do with my electric steed?
The answer is that I don't know and that I am going to let my PDA take care of it.

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/26/2025

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lunes, 24 de febrero de 2025

And then the angel said:

And then the angel said:
You have been given a competition
You have given an advantage and you have not cheated
You have no grudge and you have won

And he showed me the hut with a pool
--while I saw the river, the bridge
and the jumping fish
The angel continued:

The veined hands of a woman
fertile, friendly and beautiful
will mend your clothes and your life
with threads of joy

There is the orchard
the wild pineapples
when they ripen
they are sweet, fragrant and red

And if no one cuts them
they explode
they ferment
and taste like cherry liqueur

The tomatoes
are sweet
or sour
depending on the size

There is the tree
that gives every year
three harvests of mangoes
it is grafted

There are avocados, custard apples and strawberries
there are papayas, peaches and raspberries
There is ripe fruit
every day of the year

There is the cow
She is gentle, big and loving
She has to be milked every day
or else her tits will explode

But I kept looking at the river
and asked:
How much of the river is mine?
Are both banks mine?

And the angel continued:
On the wood stove a woman will make you food
who likes you very much
of everything that is compatible with an arepa

You will have plenty
of every root that can be eaten
of every kind of tasty legume
you will get fed

But I kept looking at the river
and asked:
Can I fish?
Can I swim?

The angel continued:
You will sleep in that hammock
in that bed
and in that chair too

And your dreams will be peaceful
almost boring
they will never wake you up
you will almost never remember them

The internet connection
is high speed
in the cloud
you will have your digital library

There are no cockroaches, flies or mosquitoes
I have them prohibited
--Said the Angel
seriously and frowning

If you feel like going to the city
you should go to the town
there is a bus every hour
the highway is not dangerous

But I kept looking at the river
And I asked:
Does it start far away?
Where does it end up?

The angel said angrily:
I got tired of your questioning about the river
I'd better give you back
and I woke up

Li Tao Po
VABM 24/Feb/2025

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sábado, 22 de febrero de 2025

Avoiding mirrors

Avoiding mirrors

Avoiding mirrors
Trying to fool them
Studying history
Looking for the moral of his tale

I wonder what the universe will look like
with insect eyes
and what is all this about
I know there is no explanation

We are more programmed than a bot
Dragged by the genes
--Free will is a mirage
in the river of DNA

Or at least 70%
The rest we learn from society
We inherit it and bequeath it
trying not to be out of tune

I have a narrator
in the left hemisphere of the brain
who makes stories
with what the right tells him

And today he told me this:
   It's all very simple:
      It's about not letting ourselves get screwed
      and protecting those we love

      The idolaters of freedom
      play the chips on a board that goes
      from Ur of the Chaldeans
      to the last empire

      Only he who surrenders loses
      He who sows himself does not die
      Only he who persists wins
      Only this game is eternal

Leonardo Bardo IV
For Michael Gazzaniga

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/22/2025

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lunes, 17 de febrero de 2025

Will come ultraviolet dawns

Will come ultraviolet dawns

The civilization of the victor
Its science and its beautiful weapons
Its trade and mind-blowing art
Its pedantic army

The ruined temples
of the God of the defeated
Its hypocritical truce
and its weary surrender

They will float like trees dragged
by the river of history
Antiseptic and sterile
is the sea into which it flows

The machine that will replace us
with all its heart of metal
and its objective and rational mind
will admire the organized ants

Infrared sunsets will come
ultraviolet dawns
and fluorescent midnights
simulated on a computer

It will not become an anecdote
our history
It will be just another piece of data
a value in an equation

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/17/2025

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sábado, 15 de febrero de 2025

The land of Xoroxloo Duxee

The land of Xoroxloo Duxee

Nothing is worth
owning
and no one is more
than another
You can only inherit
honey
and gaze slowly
at the setting sun
in the land
of Xoroxloo Duxee

Perhaps you can hear
the stars singing
with the bushmen
on quiet nights
and you can feel
the wind stirring
the colonies
of flying ants
that call for the arrival
of the rains
and the magic that turns into colour
in the flowers of the savannah

The sun will tell you
the last stories
that patiently
evaporate
from the fountain of desires
that have survived
in the burning lands
of the Kalahari
Where drums beat
in the hearts
of the antelopes
and the dew of the stars
shines with beauty
in the eyes of giraffes

Edgar Bueno
for
Victor Alberto Bueno
Feb/15/2025
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viernes, 7 de febrero de 2025

Welcome to the spider

Welcome to the spider

After so much work searching in the Amplified Virtual Synthetic Reality (AVSR) the only thing I have found is a door with these letters:
Restricted Forum

Enter your invitation or membership card

I press the bell just out of curiosity.
The side door opens, I enter.
I am surrounded by mirrors.
In red neon letters it shines above:
Security Check

Next to a red button you can read:
Press this button to authorize the checking.

I press it
A bio-insulating suit with
helmet descends.
I take mine off and put it on.
--Please wait.
An attractive female voice tells me.
I wait.
They are going to check me.
--Who invited you?
I give her the name and identification of an enemy.
--We have checked and we have not found any invitation, please put your suit back on and leave.
I give her the ID of my avatar with more access.
--We have checked and we have not found any invitation, please put your suit back on and leave.
I give her the public ID of the Pope of the True Church of God (TCG).
--Dear brother – an animation of the TCG’s pope tells me while hugging me – I do not remember having invited you, I have checked and you have more than enough merits, you just need to formalize the payment.
He lets me go and gives me the payment instructions smiling as if we had known each other all our lives.
I pay with the ID of a neighbor that I hate.
--Dear brother – the animation of the TCG’s pope tells me while hugging me – we have not been able to make the payment. Do you have another avatar with more availability?
I pay with the ID of my avatar with more access.
--Dear brother—the animation of the Pope of the TCG tells me, while hugging me— we were unable to make the payment. Do you have another avatar with more availability? Do you know that you only have three attempts left before we block you for life?
I pay with the public ID of the Pope of the TCG.
--Dear brother—the animation of the Pope of the TCG tells me, hugging me—you don’t know how much I would love to be able to invite you, but I’m sure you understand that when something is restricted it is precisely so that not everyone, but a few chosen by Success, can enjoy it. You are one of those chosen, you just have to formalize the payment.
I pay with my ID.
--Dear brother—the animation of the Pope of the TCG tells me, while hugging me—I am sure that when you achieve the Success you deserve, you will be able to pay the initial membership fee in less than the twenty years that your current income allows you. There are other clubs that are more affordable for you. Can I redirect you to the door of the club that I am sure is the most appropriate for you at this time?
--I pay with the identification of my most secret avatar.
A door opens.
--Welcome to the spider— a beautiful woman tells me, sitting in front of a roulette wheel—your current funds are only enough for 6 months of membership. If we charge you for the full year, you will only have enough left to buy food for a week. That is not allowed by the AVSR etiquette, but we are going to give you the opportunity to earn the rest of your membership in a game. If you win, you become a member for a year, and if you lose, you leave, and we will only discount two hours of your membership, and we will never answer you when you ring the bell again. Do you like roulette?
--No, I prefer the Quantum Randomness Generator (QRG) from one to ten.
--Tell me your number.
--9
I press the red button of destiny.
A bunch of nines come out of the QRG and bounce off the walls and ceiling as a crowd shouts “nine,” applauds, and shouts “nine” again.
--Welcome to the spider, dear partner. What do you want to play?
-Show me the ones you have and see if I’m interested in any of them.
• --We have “War” from Paleolithic to virtual for control of the AVSR through biological and nuclear.
• --We have four-dimensional chess. We have all the sports with balls, animals, and machines.
• --We have all the games with dice, cards, and boards.
• --We have “Eternal Salvation,” “Perfect Love,” “Return to Nature,” “Conquest of Paradise,” “Artistic Creation,” “Triumph of Justice,” “Finding Truth,” “Liberation of the Oppressed,” and a whole lot more.
We guarantee that you will not be able to distinguish between the memories of what you experienced during the games and your other memories and dreams, and that you will experience them with all your senses. You can select thousands of shades between winner and loser.
--As a member you can try them all for a year. Believe me, you are really welcome to the spider.
--A question just out of curiosity, if you’ll excuse me, why is this called the spider?
--What you’ve seen so far of the AVSR is the web, this is the spider.

For Edgar

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/7/2025
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jueves, 6 de febrero de 2025

SAND

SAND

Abandoned
among the dunes
it squeezes
in that other time
that seems to pass
slower
Where mirages
and shadows dried
by the sun
have resigned
to the solitude of the desert

On the seashore
it shines and dreams
of eternal things
Unearthing
and burying treasures
imagining castles
sighing tides
in its routine of moon and salt

Immersed in the depths
of the crystal
it looks at us from
a blind mirror
incapable of reflecting
how alien and indifferent
time can be

Edgar Bueno
Feb-06-2025

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sábado, 1 de febrero de 2025

FROM THE TRENCHES

FROM THE TRENCHES

Before you shoot me
let's find a song
that we can sing together
Let us keep destiny
inside a wonderful lamp
to make a wish
Let us take away
for a moment
this taste of shrapnel

Before I can shoot you
tell me what your name is
I'll tell you how
to pronounce mine
Maybe we can
be friends
Pretend to be alive
for a little while longer
and cheat death

Before we kill each other
tell me who's waiting for you
I'll tell you about my farewell
we could cry with sadness
But I think it's better
we could wake up
somewhere else
half dead but laughing
give each other a hug
and tell each other at the same time
today is not a good day
to die

Edgar Bueno
Feb-01-2025
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jueves, 23 de enero de 2025

Thank You very much

Thank You very much

Thank you to the light

and to the women

To the dew and to the breeze

To the moon and to the tides

To the song of the birds

To the memory of yesterday

To the aroma of coffee

To the prodigious alchemy

of photosynthesis

To the clouds, rains

and gravity

To the aroma

of tangerines

And to the sweetness of mangoes

To the grapes and to the wines

To the taste of chocolate

To the sound and to the echo

To our brothers

called animals

To the children and the games

To the grandmothers and their smiles

To the pillows

loaded with dreams

To the rotation

and the translation

To the distant stars

To the microscope

and to the telescope

To the books and the grey hair

To the music and to the peace

To the joy and to the emotion

To the wonder and to the surprises

To the love and to the hope

To all the colours

that give us

the rainbow and sunset

To the past and to the future

in the adventure of life

Edgar Bueno

Jan-23-2025

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For the free birds ebook

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La Tercera Frase Desde El Sol ebook

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El libro de los animalitos y los parques de Venezuela ebook

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El Libro de Edgar ebook

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jueves, 9 de enero de 2025

Birds Factory

Birds Factory

It was destroyed long before I was born, I know that a great-great-grandfather of mine worked here and had a management position. In the Augmented Virtual Synthetic Reality (AVSR) it is easy to study it, like almost everything.

This is where the raw material arrived, from here the product came out:

Electric cars: almost automatic, almost mechanical, almost bots, almost cheap, almost everything, except free, after the regulations.

More than fifty thousand humans and countless machines and bots did what was necessary here so that almost all customers felt proud to be one and so that almost everyone wanted to be a customer.

Cars killed millions, or rather: inexperienced and irresponsible humans killed millions of people using manually controlled cars.

With electric cars, the first attempts were made to improve the human capacity to drive something that can move at a hundred miles per hour.

It is obvious now, but at the time it seemed dangerous to try to automate private personal transport, but all it took was to use the bots that automated public transport.

I am walking among rusty rails, seeing broken windows, door less portals and expensive and powerful machines turned into scrap metal.

It is a grey and cold day, as it has been almost every day for the last fifty years.

The ruins are depressing, like all corpses, they are frightening.

Something that was is no longer, and probably something dear has been lost.

One assumes some glory, greatness or splendor that has been lost forever.

One does not know if the winner, who was undoubtedly stronger, was the best, was right, or was fairer than the loser, but one has no other alternative than to accept it without boasting too much, out of caution and courtesy, because only the survivors leave descendants and one is alive.

In the lives of many people this plant was something very important.

In old 2D videos you can see strikes, machines, bots and people working together and celebrating.

You can see the importance of the birds factory in their lives in the way people acted.

They were all very busy, they were doing something that they thought was very important.

I have no doubt that many people were happy here or at least they were so busy that they had no time to face their unhappiness.

I have been coming here for a long time. I used to come here to play and explore with my friends. I am a old man now, now I come here to rest. If I lived near a forest I would surely go there, but the only “wild” place without many people that I have nearby are these ruins.

I almost never got bored, I almost had always discovered something that I found interesting.

The steel furnaces, the corridors of the offices of the administrative building, the machines, the warehouses. I have investigated almost everything with curiosity and a desire to learn.

Almost everyone knows about the high radiation nuclear devices (bombs that only kill people) and the electromagnetic pulse devices (bombs that only kill bots) that destroyed it, about the cleaning lasers and the robots that removed the radioactive debris to make it habitable again, about the plagues during the humans war and the blackouts during the bots war, as well as the always failed attempts to get the factory up and running again.

What only I and almost all my friends know is why we call it the birds factory and it is precisely to explain that that I am telling this story.

Once when I was eight years old, looking for mutant butterflies and radioactive fireflies I found a bird's nest among the ruins of the paint shop. There were five eggs.

I took them home, nest and all, and covered them with my dirty clothes. Almost all of them hatched. My mother contacted the authorities when she saw me trying to feed four sparrow chicks with crumbs from my breakfast.

The entire current world population of black-legged sparrows, which are almost all the birds left on the planet, descend from those four chicks, and almost all of them live in the birds factory.

Because of that, there are very few of us who can physically enter these ruins.

I think that is why almost all citizens always vote against projects to put the birds factory back into operation.

I think that stories must have a moral. The conclusion I draw from all this is that no one knows the final result of their efforts because all living beings in the universe are interconnected and acting to achieve what they believe will give them happiness, even insects, and that victories and defeats are not definitive, but are like phases of cycles.

Until now, the existence of the birds factory has been kept secret and in the AVSR this area is marked as uninhabitable, but because a very powerful group of investors finds attractive the idea of cloning birds using state funding and has detected an opportunity to increase global happiness by automating bird production, I propose with this text to communicate my concern and warn them this: I would not cut a single blade of grass without first considering the interests of other plants and animals, and of course those of birds.

For Edgar

Li Tao Po

VABM 9/Ene/2025

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