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“The amazing thing is that chaotic systems don't always stay chaotic," Ben said, leaning on the gate. "Sometimes they spontaneously reorganize themselves into an orderly structure." "They suddenly become less chaotic?" I said, wishing that would happen at HiTek. "No, that's the thing. They become more and more chaotic until they reach some sort of chaotic critical mass. When that happens, they spontaneously reorganize themselves at a higher equilibrium level. It's called self-organized criticality.”

Quote by Connie Willis

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Futures Imperfect

Futures Imperfect delves into the intricacies of forecasting and strategizing for future events and scenarios, examining the various factors that can influence outcomes and the inherent uncertainties involved in such endeavors. more

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Connie Willis
Connie Willis

Connie Willis is a renowned science fiction writer known for her delicate emotional portrayal and profound thematic exploration. Her works cover a range of topics including time travel, history, and human nature, with novels like 'The Time Machine' and 'Black Swan' particularly beloved by readers. more

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