The Nine Billion Names of God, by Arthur C. Clarke.
They’ll get right on that, as soon as they finish their daily tweets.
He could wear a kilt and go commando; that would be much more stylish.
Reminds me of Asimov’s story, “The Last Question”: " And AC said, “LET THERE BE LIGHT!”And there was light—— "
And very timely.
The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick.
Must be the M. C. Escher Building.
Those are also know as “anadromes”.
I always thought that trees were strictly analog.