The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 9, Issue 5 (August 1, 1934)
The Synthetically Sapient
The Synthetically Sapient.
Conversely, the synthetically sapient enthrone their ego on a puff of pigment vapour which the temperature of Time transmutes—and down they drop to the dust from which their own breath blew them. They are mental contortionists who, by looking at life from between their own ankles, imagine that they are as tall as they make themselves.