New short story: Deep Necromancy for a Dead World

Hovering over the frozen ruins of dead social networks I set loose statistical ghouls to sift through their words and learn their blind rhythms, until the nonsense from the bots mirrors the high-dimensional topologies of the original authors. Prosody, not psychology. Vocabularies, not minds. But for such as they were perhaps complexity enough.

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