Nothing better illustrates the senselessness of the human condition than the poetry of T.S. Eliot, except perhaps the humble toil of our machines. Like us, robots are constantly seeking and striving for meaning. Observe as these hopeless automatons stave off death, fulfill their simple functions, and seek fleeting connections with other souls.

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“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the…