69 Marxists (Updated Version for Black Sheep Art Night 6/23/17)

69 Marxists joined hands together in a circle conducting a seance. Their efforts to channel a perfect society were interrupted by the noises emanating  from the Polynesian dance class next door.

Marx turned to Engels, and gave him that look like, "dude, you should have rented a quieter meeting hall," to which Englels rejoined, with a chagrined smirk, that this was all they could afford because his parents cut him off and he, after all, was the financier of this little endeavor.  

Meanwhile the Polynesians next door must have been reaching some sort of finale because the intensity and volume increased with such a pleasing crescendo that its concomitant effect was an increased sweating on the palms of the seance participants which in turned caused many of them to break their hand grip with each other.  

And of course you know what happens when sweaty palms break up a seance, but if you don't I will tell you: it breaks the spell and whatever you were summoning is not summoned and instead remains in whatever separate dimension it was before.  But you already knew that.  For whatever perfect society Marx and Engels were conjuring obviously never occurred, present society abundantly included.  Now I know you could try and blame that on the Polynesians, but that would be a mistake for a variety of reasons, namely because there were not any actual Polynesians in the next room.

That's right, there were no scantily clad hula dancers next door making the music.   Had they known this, Marx and his cronies might have been less excited and perhaps able to complete their summoning.  We could all now be living the dream in perfect economic equality.  The world will never know.

What we do know is that unbeknownst to Engles when he rented the room, the landlord was actually a small computer start-up that was several years ago acquired by Alphabet f/k/a Google.  This company had developed a working prototype AI for applications in the online dating business.   Google purchased the company hoping to compete with Match.com and Tinder, but the fledgling business, MindandBodyMeld.com was never a commercial success.  What is important for our little story is that though the startup's business moved locations, its original routers were never disconnected from the room adjacent to the Communists.   And yes, this is the room where the Polynesian music was coming from.  The routers still contained the original AI programming that had morphed into something something completely different.  The new AI adopted the preferences of its last client, who happened to have a thing for Polynesian women.  In an effort to satisfy its last customer, the AI had adopted the character (and music) of the classic Polynesian hula dancing female.  This explains of course the presence of the music interrupting the efforts of the Marxists.

I am not sure that this chain of events has any significance or symbolism.  It just goes to show you that even those with the best intentions can have their plan thwarted by random acts of artificial intelligence.  Get used to it.   Similarly, before you go on a rant blaming some ethnic group for your woes, you might want to consider that it is actually a rogue AI, and before you start building your walls you might want to walk a mile in their virtual shoes.