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The Myrmidons of Greek myth were known for their loyalty to their leaders, so that in pre-industrial Europe the word “myrmidon” carried many of the same connotations that “robot” does today. “Myrmidon” later came to mean “hired ruffian” (according to the Oxford English Dictionary) or https://mhco.ca/34bqdz9u “a loyal follower, especially one who executes orders without question, protest, or pity, unquestioning followers.”

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