One must brush up the Good Skills one possess frequently, else those get buried before growing.

An automatic system,” he said and gave a small sigh. “Ancient computers ranged in the bowels of the planet tick away the dark millennia, and the ages hang heavy on their dusty data banks. I think they take the occasional potshot to relieve the monotony.

The problem is that they don’t even realize that they’re walking a new road every day. They don’t see that the fields are new and the seasons change. All they think about is food and water.

She means everything literally. Don't kid yourself about that lady. She means everything literally.

Written By Don DeLillo

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