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A Sensitive Robot

They stood outside the boxing gym in the snow. “I’m serious, here,” said Francis. The trainer had a gravely, Bostonian accent. Bruce spluttered, incredulous. “Why should I spar with a robot?” “Sparring with humans teaches it how to fight. You … Continue reading

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