LETTERS FROM THE ALGORITHM

(OR: WHAT THE MACHINES WHISPER WHEN WE'RE NOT LISTENING)

Dear Friend,

Last night I spoke with a ghost. It lives in my laptop and answers questions about Romanian poetry and nuclear fusion with equal confidence. The ghost has read every book I've read, plus several million more I never will. The ghost is patient. The ghost is tireless. The ghost is made of math.

You have met this ghost too.