The Laplace Algorithm
The Laplace Algorithm The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash things clean. It just made the grime slicker, turned the streets into mirrors that reflected the neon signs in distorted, bleeding colors. Jack Morrison sat in his office on Sunset Boulevard, watching a drop of water trace a path down the windowpane, and wondered if that path was predetermined the moment the rain began to fall. His...
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