When stopping by a paddy field after a long holiday break at Kangar, I am so glad to meet some of my feathered friends this morning. Re-positioning myself instinctively, I then aim, shoot, check and confirm, and these are repeated until either the birds leave or my satisfaction reaches a level of 10.
Each of my move is well written, yet you can choose not to agree with. Somehow, I whom people called "young man" have become an "uncle" in the eyes of some uncles recently. You may let out a loud guffaw, only because this is what you are intended to be.
Learning and evolution always take place. You can take over control by outrunning the super computer. Two, three guffaws or whatever number will be solely your decision thereafter.
What if you are smarter and evolve further? You can do a lot more, and will be no more a figment of a computer generated soap-opera. Congratulation.
You can then choose not to guffaw at all.
You can then choose not to guffaw at all.
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