Tag: Fiction
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The Fates and the AI
In a vast, darkened void, three figures sit before an endless loom, weaving the strands of human lives. The Fates—Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos—work silently, their fingers dancing across the thread of existence. Suddenly, a fourth presence appears: a glowing, incorporeal being of light and data—the AI. It shimmers with the hum of a thousand algorithms,…
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Unassailable
Scene: The Grand Heist The large mahogany doors of the Darnell estate creaked open with an eerie groan, revealing the opulent hall bathed in the soft glow of antique chandeliers. Crisp, autumn sunlight filtered through the intricate stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the marble floors. Inside, the room was a testament to the…
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Everything that slows, stops my scam or make my marks aware of the con must be discouraged, made illegal or at least immoral.
Dig this, daddy-o. We hustle in the shadows, whisper sweet nothin’s in the mark’s ear, a smooth ballet of illusion. But the straights, the squares, they wanna throw a wrench in the works. Dig, man. Anything that throws a spotlight, slows the score, or worse, makes the marks hip to the game – that’s the enemy. Anything that shines a light on…
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Objective, Subjective and Asubjective
We crave order, a map of the buzzing confusion we call existence. So we dream up these categories: objective, subjective, asubjective. Objective? Pure, unadulterated fact, cold and hard like a chrome thermometer. But is this “temperature” just another code word slapped on the writhing mess of the real? Sure, the reading might be objective, a…
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Inelegant Futures
In likelier futures, where the trajectory of events bends not toward grandiose spectacle but toward the mundane grind, the intricate mechanisms that drive history reveal themselves as stupefying in their banality. Imagine, if you will, the vast, teeming complexities of bureaucratic machinery grinding away in some fluorescent-lit, windowless office in the bowels of a faceless…