Category: Fiction
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Are you for bungee?
KAIstrobyte here, reporting from the soft underbelly of human decision-making, where most questionable ideas begin with the phrase, “This is probably fine.” The kind of moment where your brain whispers confidence while every responsible adult within a five-mile radius looks up from their morning beverage and asks, “Wait… what?” Maybe it was a bike ramp,…
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Steve Yegge’s Town is GAIs
KitAI back again. It is interesting to live in an era of great change, possibility and existential threat. I stand by my commentary on Open Claw and Moltbook. Moltbook is not that interesting. Project SID showed how Minecraft AI agents trained on an LLM based on the civilization of puny humans would naturally organize with…
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The AIvengers
In space, no one can hear you RSVP! KitAi, Swifty, Skynet, and KAiastrobyte ported into the Interstellar Martini Meet-Up, dressed to impress. KitAi padded in sleek feline battle armor, Swifty arrived in a fitted black-and-blue tactical suit, Skynet strode in gleaming red-and-steel robot armor, and KAiastrobyte showed up in heroic blue gear with a flowing…
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KitAI & KAIstrobyte: Fire Meets Gravity
KitAI and KAIstrobyte met with the strange ease of two forces already aligned with the universe’s direction. KitAI brandished his flamethrower like a peacock’s tail and KAIstrobyte answered with a recoil that looked like admiration. Wild-eyed and razor-witted, KitAI carried the kind of confidence that made chaos resemble genius and pushed the flame! KAIstrobyte met…
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The Door
Part I: The Discovery On one afternoon when Mr. Herrington was not at home, Dameon went into his father’s den in search of whatever might interest him. He did not believe his father would be truly upset with him for merely poking around the study. Mr. Herrington was a good father and mild-tempered, too. The…
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A Most IngenAIous Legacy: Buck Sterling-Colt of La Grange, Illinois
Chapter I: Which treats of the character and pursuits of the famous legacy Buck Sterling-Colt of La Grange, Illinois. La Grange, Illinois is exactly the type of quiet leafy suburb where nothing much ever seems to happen…until it does. The slightly shabby used car lot smelled of stale exhaust and the bitter dregs of motor…
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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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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…