Unsatisfied

And yet
Turing had built machines (or shaped their designs) and still felt unsatisfied. Not by their slowness or their limits. Something deeper.

They followed instructions flawlessly. Millions of steps per second, mechanical perfection. But they never seemed to know what they were doing. They executed. They never understood.

Was that line real? Or merely human hesitation, our reluctance to grant machines their due?

That was the question he could not leave alone.