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VirtualBox 7.2.20 telepรญtve, ami egy รผgynรถki sandbox vagy homokozรณ, mรกr csak egy .iso lemezkรฉpfรกjl hiรกnyzik, de abbรณl รกltalรกban mindig hiรกny van nรกlam, nem is รฉrtem, miรฉrt, amรบgy sejtem, csak ilyenekrลl nem szoktam beszรฉlni...
VirtualBox 7.2.20 installed, which is an agent sandbox, the only thing missing is an .iso image file, but I usually always lack that, I don't even understand why, I guess, I just don't usually talk about things like that...
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there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea

