In GlassIf you combined a knight with a stone, would you get a warrior with armored skin or a screaming mad half-statue? Lady Oya of Alhambra frowned at her equations, a thicket of arrows and spirals. Her volunteers had nothing to lose, but the latest work had brought unwelcome attention from her Merchant's Guild sponsors.In Glass
"A visitor," said Silverhand, his metal fist ungloved and twitching.
Oya raised her head from the desk. "More clerks for a tour?"
"A boy. He wants to see you."
Oya grumbled, but stood. She needed a diversion from the work. The massive fuser, like an iron pair of scales, filled hal
Akki's Callback# Akki #Akki's Callback
"Akki" had more-or-less abandoned his human name, as preparation for tonight. Now he drove with hands tight on the wheel and almost no luggage in his beat-up car, telling himself, I'm not crazy. It will work. She was from the future.
Philadelphia loomed ahead, a mass of shining buildings in the morning light. Akki closed his eyes for a moment (finding a safe lane) and tried to imagine how the city looked in that other world, the one that needed and wanted him.
The year before, he'd been at the Denny's next to the convention's hotel, wearing a dolphin costume. That had been fairly normal for conv
Character Description: LarkCharacter Description: Lark Origin: My SF novel "Everyone's Island" (looking for a publisher)Character Description: Lark
Lark is an Artificial Intelligence created in the 21st century, who becomes a trusted crewmember on a libertarian ocean-surface colony. His story is about freedom: in his case, from being under mental control to make him obedient. I see him as looking like Sony's robot "Qrio" (), with a sleek, humanoid appearance and graceful motion. "His" designer is a furry fan, so he's somewhat animal-like -- otter, mostly, with ears and tail. No claws, probably. No actual fur, more like airbrushed fur texture on his plastic hide. The bodies he
The Giant Purple KrakenWhile strolling through the port one day / I heard a hue and cry I grabbed the nearest sailor / "What's going on?" said I He pointed to the water / And two beats my heart skipped For a giant purple kraken / Was a'chewing on a ship!The Giant Purple Kraken
[Chorus] We are, we are, we are, we are / the kraken's favorite food And when it can't get sailors / A ship's almost as good Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum all day / And grab your blunderbuss Or the giant purple kraken will be eating some of us!
The next place that I saw it / Was a tiny desert isle I was almost glad to see it / I'd been stuc
| I'm a writer and occasional programmer (interested in AI especially) looking to get professionally published. I've also been getting involved in political writing, and promoting the concept of "seasteading." |
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