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'Landoff' is a peculiar name- a most clever oxymoron. Instead of deriving from Latin or Old English, the 21st century's ventures are now in technical directions. There has been a major shift across centuries, which, ironically, condescends to a serene regularity millennium by millennium. 

The 11th century 'patrolled' awareness, especially in Rome and Greece- classifying mythology and astrology as rigmarole as fare as the Senate was concerned.  Here in the 21st  century, Google might stress on your reading an autobiography when you wanted to buy a Shakespeare on Amazon (Shakespeare, according to internet polls, is not obsolete, but quite the opposite!) - the way we're advancing, magic and fiction, pitifully, might be warped in their purple majesty by a machine that can think on its own. 

No more beating about the bush for us. Scientists are driving their conjectures into the modern world, by giving them dynamic names. The 'quaint and "quippy" ' are ancient and preachy to this generation. And we're sure the A.I. world would agree...(if it didn't, it would be rather a pity and not a shame, wouldn't it? Ha!:) )

DISCLAIMER: Landoff has not been designed to be admired. Landoff would call such indomitable behavior sycophancy. Between words, Landoff lets on cues through immaculate gestures. It's a pretty sight, because she doesn't approve. That itself, as she puts it, would be a 'compliant' response.

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