I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Because there was a serial killer on the other road.
—( with apologies to) Robert Frost
(but in all fairness this is AI's fault. I thought these were "deep" brains!? c'mon ... how many images does it take to get the simple things right? Where in the poem does it say there's another dude coming down the road not taken. Clearly .. this shadowy fellow took it! Oh, AI ai ai! )