Furiously dreaming colorless green ideas forced someone appearing to be
John Marlow to write:
> You know, I'll probably get all kinds of flak for this, but...
> The chances that we're ever gonna make it off this rock in any
> meaningful way are a billion to one, to be kind.
No, this isn't worth all kinds of flak. A simple "your negativity
underwhelms me" will suffice.
That, and "Computed how, precisely?" --only I know the answer, so save
Mr. Marlow, you're a tough one to figure. I'm ready to stop trying.
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