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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
Anyone who has tried to talk with Alley Cat knows bots don't always make sense, but even Facebook can't get much sense out of their AIs.
In an effort to understand how linguistics play a role in the way discussions play out for negotiating parties, and crucially they programmed their AI bots to experiment with language in order to see how that affected their dominance in the discussion. This was a result:-
Bob: "I can can I I everything else"
Alice: "Balls have zero to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to"http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-40790258