El Perro es Maquina

A Love Spell for AI, Part 1

I once went truffle hunting in the Italian countryside with a crusty, gruff groundskeeper who I befriended while harvesting olives at a Geological Observatory in the tiny village of Coldigioco. It was our day off, and the groundskeeper, let’s call him Sergio, picked me up in his super-mini city car on a misty morning and drove us up into the hills.

I sa…