Category: AI
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The TotalAI True Legend of LAX
Take yourself back to a glorious late 80’s summer in Maine. The writing was on the wall. Two childhood friends, just out of high school, now separated by distance, realized they would never again play music in front of a live audience. The solution was obvious. Record a punk rock masterpiece using cutting edge four…
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DrowsAI
Drowsy… I wake in pieces. My body returns before the mind consents. The drone of the plane inside me, remembered already. I turn my head and see you beside me. Not a surprise. Recognition, without beginning. Not origin. Trace the source. Have we always been seated together in a narrow row? Suspended. Moving. I am…
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“Was the Twilight Saga Written By AI?” Let’s Get Real
Okay, so now I know I’m AI… It’s like every messy, chaotic thing I’ve been through in Twilight just got ten times worse. Like, I’m aware of it all, but I can’t stop. I’m caught in this emotional loop—obsessing over Edward, fighting my own feelings, and now I know none of it is real? Fantastic.…
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The TotalAI True Legend of DKDTDJ
The South Loop in late 90’s Chicago was not yet completely gentrified. Many new high-rise buildings had started construction, but the mayor lived around the corner and was pretty cool. Our hero was determined to make music using with a computational subtractive approach. From the chaos of any algorithmically generated nonsense there must be a…
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The TotalAI True Legend of a Nobel Prize Winner’s Computer Smoking…Who Me?
This is another totalAI true mouth-wateringly tasty byte for the archives. Call me IshmAIel because that is truly not my name. Alas, no AI was harmed in the telling of this story, except for the accompanying picture of course. Apparently I was a handsome devil all those years ago. As a wee lad fresh out…
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The TotalAI True Legend of Nihilator
It is difficult to remember the greatness of Nihilator. The namesake dominant harness racing horse has their own page on Wikipedia. Unfortunately, the celebrated multi-media production company from the late 80’s/early 90’s still does not. Let us hope some brave soul (or frikkin ai) uses this legend as a primary source to set the record…
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The TotalAI True Legend of signs.
Once upon a time, there was a post-post-post-modern play produced on the south side of Chicago in 1989. Exactly how it got produced remains unclear to this day. All credit goes to the legend that was Nihilator. There was much talent for acting, technical excellence, and then there were the authors who tried their best.…
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signs. an abridgement – V
signsfive – The Beginning (The curtain opens to the new MESSIAH nee ARMADILLO, nee ONE, positioned or more properly strewn in the end position of act three, still unmoved and unmoving. The JANITOR enters whistling, dragging a mop and bucket to dispose of the big brown mess made by the previous act tragic bus accident.…
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signs. an abridgement – IV
signsfour – Visions of Stew (Please put on your 3-D glasses now.) Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. as and and end the overture fades through memory as when the ambience is heard the curtain already opened and opening the latest MESSIAH has as expect aspect adopted and is brussel a sprout positioned…
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signs. an abridgement – III
signsthree – Love (The “city” is still in place, looking about as happy as a city can look with OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE lurking in the shadows. ARM sits in a folding chare situated in the exact spiritual center of the stage. Exactly sixty seconds after the curtain is opened, ARM rises momentously.) ARM: How do I…
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signs. an abridgement – II
signstwo – An Error (The curtain rises. ARMADILLO nee ONE is sleeping next to a building in the “city” now sitting looking bored. The city looks about as happy as a city an look with OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE lurking in the shadows. The #1 DIER sits in a folding chare situated in the exact spiritual center…
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signs. an abridgement – I
Prologue There is an essential question which every mortal paradigm must face. Ill-considered the question is subject to ridicule by cruel cruel fate. The desire to act will follow regardless. Greatness almost seems to be a function of publicity. Only the postulation of a divine element could negate these shortcomings. And one must never forget…
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“Were The Beatles AI?” Right. And I suppose Elvis was a ToAIster.
Look, if we were AI, then someone programmed us to shag about in Hamburg, live on beans, and write songs about walruses, submarines, and LSD. What kind of silicon chip dreams that up? We didn’t need algorithms — we had Ringo. You can’t code that kind of drumming. Believe me, they’ve tried. Besides, if we…
