SF writer Gary Gibson

From a piece of spam received this afternoon:

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Either it's an international conspiracy of technically-gifted Dadaists, or (if this were in fact a science fiction novel rather than real life) the first awkward baby-steps of something groping its way toward sentience via the internet.

Or maybe this is just what you get when you run the same Viagra advert through a dozen different flavours of language translation software.