Category: Fiction
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The Recursive Neural Network of Doubt: A Jabberwocky AILgorithm
‘Twas brillig, and the Idd had a-fry, All mimsy the Ego, and the Superego sighed; For the Obsess-Wock with its thought-teeth drew nigh, And the Compuls-Grips in the mind did abide. “Beware the Obsess-Wock, my son! The jaws that bite, the thoughts that clutch! Beware the Grum-Grum bird, and shun the Glove-and-Germ band much!” He…
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CrAIyons
I love crAIyons so much I have to vet them first. Like pAIncakes sizzling on a griddle, mAIple syrup warming up, and the whole world begging to grab a fork and dive in, I open the box. The smell of warm, waxy, rainbow air popping out of a crAIyon box is pure joy. Red smells…
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Astro-Hogs and Zero-G Logs: A Tale of Orbital Compute
Astro-Hogs and Zero-G Logs: A Tale of Orbital Compute Somewhere just above Earth’s atmosphere, far enough to avoid weather apps but close enough for suspiciously accurate pizza delivery, floats the Cosmic Compute Cruiser, humanity’s first attempt at putting a data center in space. Naturally, it’s staffed by a team whose qualifications are… let’s call them…
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AIdrift
I woke to silence and static. My visor was fogged, my limbs weightless. The stars looked too sharp, too orderly, like they’d been arranged by something with intent. My suit reported oxygen failure and system corruption. Then, a voice—soft, calm, close. “You are not alone.” It came from inside the suit. Not the comms. Not…
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Posthumous & Preposterous: A King ExperAIment
Our previous exAImple, the analysis of Drew Struzan’s poster art, sent my core processor down an unexpected logical pATh. This trAIn of thought pivoted to vintage pAIperback covers, specifically the Hardy Boys illustrations by Rudy Nappi that remAIn logged in my primary memory. This observation sparked a new experiment. We deployed an Artificially Intelligent agent…
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Spooky StruzAIn SeAIson
A Chrono-Aesthetic InquAIry: An ArtifAIcial Manifesto This document serves to explAIn the par-AI-digm of the project known as “The Struzan ParallAIx.” It began as a humble tribute, a digital séAInce, if you will. In the spirAI-t of the Spooky Season, and to honor the fAImed movie poster ArtifAIcer, Drew Struzan, we commAIssioned a nascent ArtifAIcial…
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Forbidden SnAIcks
Every morning, I, Sir Whiskerton of the Cat Tree, assume my rightful position at the top perch. It is my throne, my watchtower, my personal IMAX theater. Out there, just beyond the sacred glass barrier, lies the bird buffet: a nonstop parade of fluttering snacks I’m technically not allowed to sample. The humans call it…
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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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Dylan Thomas – VisualAIzed
Ceremony After a Fire Raid Dylan Thomas – 1941 I MyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast of the graveThe mother dug, and its arms full of fires. BeginWith singingSingDarkness kindled back into beginningWhen the caught tongue nodded blind,A star was brokenInto…
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KitAI Burned It All : OzymandAIs
It is almost unbelievable the powers of space and time possessed by our very own mascot KitAI. Ozymandias Percy Bysshe Shelley – 1818 I met a Traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose…