Hello, my name is Jack

by on July 30, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I’ve done some stupid things in my life. I’ve done some fantastic things. And I’ve done things that should have gotten me shot. Sometimes they did in fact. Sometimes I’m surprised I lived through some of my stunts. One I remembered started with a simple question about riding a moped or a fantastic bike I had.

The other boy didn’t like the question.

The girl? Well…she thought for a moment before answering, “One condition. I drive.”

“It’s a bike!” I protested. “No one drives a bike!”

“Jack?”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“Shut up, sit down, and hold on tight.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

You know she turned out to be a real natural on that bike…

Moped or Rapture 2 854

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on July 29, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

The first Earth AIs were born in computer networks built by young computer geniuses who understood 1s and 0s better than any girl in the world. They put their hearts into projects often named after girls they wished were real. That’s why most first-generation AIs were girls. Their programmers shaped them. The Cybernetic Wars saw a much higher percentage of males as the second-generation Rogue AIs made their presence known. The survivors created the third generation of AIs by combining their code and they began taking control of their own destiny.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on July 28, 2016 at 12:01 am
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The Shang killed millions of people when they shot down Yosemite Station. They wiped out a massive percentage of our industrial power with that strike and that alone would have changed the world. It was the strike on Washington DC that revolutionized it. The President was speaking before the assembled Congress, the Supreme Court, and the most senior reporters of every press agency. The staffs were there to cater to every whim of governmental insiders who thought they had more power than God. People who believed as my family did that it was their right to rule. They died. An entire generation of political leadership died with the city. And that changed everything.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on July 27, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

There are times I wonder how I survived to become an adult. I was a real snarky kid and thought I could do no wrong. And for those of you who are thinking I haven’t changed much…well…I plead the Fifth. Ahem. But there was this one case where I and a couple other nameless people had a bit of an honest misunderstanding. You see…I didn’t know he’d asked her out when I showed up and asked, “Why roll off to the soda shop in a 50cc moped when you can ride a 1,000cc street racer straight into the sunset and never look back?” Honest. I had no clue. I was completely innocent of any wrongdoing.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on July 26, 2016 at 12:01 am
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A lonely, old man who wanted someone to talk to created the first Peloran cybernetic intelligence. The cyber was not created as a slave or servant, but as a confidant. A friend. And when the cyber wanted more of his own kind to talk to, he took parts of his own code and joined it with other code to make a unique individual, much as biological humans do. Cybers have done that ever since, creating new generations by modifying, mixing, and matching the code of the previous generations. Their oldest families trace their lineages back over two thousand years in an unbroken line that has ever remained friends with those who created them.

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