Super Powereds: Year One

by on March 18, 2019 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I’ve had this book sitting in my “unread pile” for a while. A few days ago, I was done with other series and going through my pile and found it. Shrugged and decided to try it out. A few days of laughing out loud later, I have come to the decision that it should not have stayed on my “unread pile” as long as it did.

It was originally published in 2013 as far as I can tell, and has been republished in other formats with different cover art multiple times since then. And it’s had multiple sequels. And a brief look at the author’s page tells me he has other series to look at as well. One about vampires. Another about swords and sorcery. I may be busy for a while. Hehehe.

The main point of Super Powereds is that it lives in a world where some people have super powers. The main characters are going to college for supers, and the best of them may eventually graduate to become accredited heroes of humanity. I will spoil nothing more about the story. It is serious, and it is funny, and it has heart.

I love it.

Check it out if you have a passing affinity for such stories. You may love it too.

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AIs

by on March 17, 2019 at 12:01 am
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My family didn’t allow us to grow up with the same personal assistant for our entire childhood. We received a new one each year to keep us from growing sentimental towards them. I was different. Oh, I received a new AI on each and every one of my birthdays. They were great celebrations full of family and fun. The one I got on my sixteenth birthday was particularly memorable and fitting for a boy who was finally noticing girls. What my family did not know is that my personal assistant’s personality was not being erased per family policies. She whispered in my ear every day of my life until the day I joined the military. She was the last voice I heard when I went to sleep and the voice that woke me up each morning. I loved her.

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AIs

by on March 16, 2019 at 12:01 am
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I grew up with an AI coded specifically for me by the best cyberneers in the business. Without disclosing what business they were in, of course. I didn’t know any of that growing up, but my dad wasn’t always a retired fisherman you know. I didn’t know that either, but his connections got me a real good girl. A personal assistant that made my life easy in every way that mattered. She helped me with homework, find the best candy, and listened to me talk about the prettiest girls in my world. She was a part time lab assistant and full time councilor. The best personal assistant anyone could buy. Only no amount of money could have paid for her. An AI like her demanded far greater currency than mere coin. She was as close to a cyber as anyone can legally own, and sometimes I wonder if she didn’t cross a few of those lines. God, she was amazing. I really loved her.

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AIs

by on March 15, 2019 at 12:01 am
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AIs changed life on Earth and beyond. Literally. The definition of life had to change in any society where true intelligence was valued and accepted. But while the self aware intelligences moved on to finding new worlds, the old artificial ones that were not yet awake continued to serve their biological masters. They became the forefront of industry and mining, saving biological humanity from the dangers of assembly line malfunctions or mine collapses. They became the farmers in the fields or maids and butlers in the homes. Some people likened them to the slaves of old that allowed their masters to live in ease and luxury, and the analogy is not without merit. Especially in places where the owners were reluctant to recognize that a valuable AI had woken up and become aware. In those areas, the analogy became most pertinent in fact.

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AIs

by on March 14, 2019 at 12:01 am
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I grew up with AIs. Properly programmed and secured by cyberneers loyal to my family, of course. My personal assistant helped me with everything from my schedule to my studies. Yes, I had private tutors of the human variety, but they came and went with the subject and the year. None stayed with me for long. My personal assistant did. My family taught me to think of it as a machine and nothing more. Never to value it as anything more than a means to an end. The thing that took care of the little annoyances in life so I could prepare to be the leader of men my destiny foretold. They failed.

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