For your listening pleasure: That’s Steve Reich, courtesy of Karl Schroeder, who I woke up for crépes on Saturday, and who is an expert in obscure and improbable rocketry. Other discussions included, in no particular order: Racefail 09 Paranoia Agent The Shine Anthology Mushishi Twitter This MDES programme The Fleet Foxes Kings, and why you […]
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I can’t help but second most of what’s in this post about The Matrix ten years later, especially this bit: The movie also tapped into the anger a lot of people feel but never quite express, the pent-up resentments of our world that lead a packed theatre in the rural South to cheer a fetish-clad
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I’m about to write about robots entering a Costco. The nice thing about writing my robots is that they can actually move like this: Also, I have things to do today. So “Now Get Busy” is my new theme song for a bit. And yes I got a plan I’m a carry out it Yes
Without anime, I couldn't write action scenes. Read More »
(Via Bruce Sterling, who I have wanted to email all week but have been too shy.) This is A-Pod. She’s been described elsewhere as both a robotic ant, and a harbinger of our eventual demise. While both descriptions may be factually true (the latter requires more time to bear out), neither grasps at her beauty.
"..in form and moving how express and admirable!" Read More »
Here is a sampling of my various projects: “There’s a present outside your window,” Singer says. Now Brandon does get up. He pads to the window and opens it. The shutters squeak dryly. Outside, hovering, is their drone: four wings, all black, her hindparts heavy with twelve hours of surveillance. “Hello, Tink,” Brandon says, extending
…OTB is, according to one blogger, one of the best new stories of 2009. (Thanks again, Dave. You’re the best pal ever.)
Courtesy of my pal Dave, I learned that Lois Tilton at the Internet Review of Science Fiction had some pretty nice things to say about my story “Off-Track Betting” from Flurb #7. One of the things I like best about this review — aside from the fact that Ms. Tilton recommends my story — is
I was raised Catholic. I should know the answer to this. But somehow it just never came up, in catechism. If you asked me what various theologians would have to say on the issue, I might be able to speculate (Augustine would likely say no, on the grounds that robots have no soul to save;
Can the Church baptize robots? Read More »
It’s strange, the things I hold onto. I remember my mother’s voice climbing steadily into the fog-wreathed ridges of panic as she gripped some bauble between thumb and finger, asking “Why do you keep these things?” and gesturing helplessly at the sherpa paths trodden so delicately by my little feet in between the papers, the books,
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“Do you remember your bad dream, from this morning?” “…No. No, wait, yes I do. I dreamed you were a robot. A Von Neumann!” “That’s right. You were shaking all over, and you kept saying, ‘They’re taking over! They’re taking over!’ I reached over to wake you up, and you were terrified of me.” A pause.
I sometimes dream my own story. Read More »