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Conceptual Planet: Part 4
It has been recorded that fungus is found on tree roots and acts as a connection in a network helping link trees in an environment. A sort of underground symbiotic relationship exists between the roots, soil, and fungi along with the moisture needed for life. This forms a ancient layered network of structure, function and purpose. Everything, I am coming to find, exists in this way.
By simplicity8 months ago in Fiction
Sensi-tivo
When hanging out with people, play on words are bound to come about naturally. Some times words come about as a way of not having to say something directly. A way of avoiding something uncomfortable or gross, an example being who-ha when speaking with children. Sometimes these words take on lives of their own and transform along with those creators that coined them.
By simplicity8 months ago in Fiction
Aphdry
She pulls the covers up and nuzzles in. Her credit card interest fee's are high, holidays are coming and she'd have to cut back on presenting the feast she had hoped to present to her family. The gifts she wished she could buy people would have to be supplanted with the next best she could afford. She had a big heart with large wishing dreams for others she knew were inconceivable in today's world and her situation. She couldn't remember the dreams of her own, but wanted others to believe in the ability to achieve dreams and goals. Tonight, instead of thinking of these realisms, her brain branching took her no where near these thoughts. Instead to thoughts of a specific feeling.
By simplicity8 months ago in Fiction
Teaching Walking Witch
"Oh goddess protect my loved ones everyday, as they sleep and as they play. Help them always smile bright and keep them safe in your loving light. Protect them from harm and all they fear. For they are the ones that I hold dear. I thank the goddess for helping me. So mote it be."
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
The Conceptual Planet Part 3 Continued
The Course of Things My plan had always been to carve myself out a normal life, whatever that is. I guess my plan was to live a boring, content life. Find some one with a sweet heart to call my sweetheart. Get married, have a kid and grow old living a life as a family. I now understand how naive I had been as a child. You truly have to be insane to bring a child into this world under normal circumstances. With my circumstances, it would be cruel maybe even wrong. It would be more challenging than for others and the strength on my part would probably kill me. So plans change and childhood whims are forfeited to adult rational and life circumstances. It wasn't due to lack of know how.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
Conceptual Planet: Part 3 Cont. Dream Sequence
algorithms were only as good as their parameters. In the beginning billions of parameters for just one A.I. system was considered the most that could be accommodated without affecting the speed and functioning. Some A.I systems that functioned with less parameters actually ran better than those with more examples being retro vs. gopher.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
Conceptual Planet: Part 2
Today my research felt like it was paying off. I would be meeting an individual outside at my table. The woman I'd be meeting is a tech expert. She has experience working with A.I, having helped develop an algorithm with a team in the past. She also has experience with the dark web. My goal is to recruit this individual. Once recruited I would apply her expertise, as well as my own, at a friends shop. Here we would experiment with supervised 'legally agreed upon' hacks. It would be our test site. Everything we attempt at the shop would be straight forward and clearly stated.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
Conceptual Planet: Part 1
Chapter 1: Introductions to Set a Scene Standing in the center of a flurry. A flurry of electricity, colors, whirling, static, and the black nothingness. A feeling of flickering evasiveness. A tech phenomenon. A biological neural glitch. Maybe both.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
Conceptual Planet Foreword
Every time a person feels the truth of the world has revealed itself, this powerful force reminds the person in reality very little to near nothing is known of the world and universe. An almighty force that seems to be the conductor directing our existence. Fiction is a way of making sense of this phenomenon.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
Conceptual Planet Introduction
Prelude Every time a person feels the truth of the world has conveyed itself, a powerful force reveals itself again reminding the person they know little to near nothing of the world or universe. An almighty force that seems to be the conductor directing our existence. Fiction is a way of making sense of this phenomenon.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
The Closest Stranger
Predictably, on time, the key is in the lock of the front door. The small click of the light switch turning on. The splash from the release of the shower handle being turned. Then his labored gate, from years of work. He stands just a little less straight than I remember. Looking at an old picture on the wall and then glancing my reflection in the window is the only way I notice how much we have transformed. I don't feel much older, just sitting here. I notice at times challenges, but never chalk them up to old age.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
The Unspoken Salute
It's been a long day. Of course I forgot I'd said I'd be responsible for dinner tonight. As I pull into a parking spot, in what feels like the farthest spot from the front, I realize I'm in no mood to do this. I'm already here though. The next mistake I new I was making, was going in without a plan or a list. I was deciding on dinner depending on what I saw and what's on sale. Lately, it has felt like I need a loan to accommodate groceries and the gas needed to get them. I do delivery at times, but it's frustrating when things aren't delivered. Tonight, I couldn't risk it. I get out of the car with my reusable bags prepared to go shop. I feel smart that I remembered my bags, until half way to the front door I realize I have left my phone and wallet in the car. Typical, I think as I make my way back to the car. When I get to the car, a person is parking right next to me. Tires on the line. Leaving no space between our cars. They hit my car with their door as they get out. Sheepishly, they glance at me and say sorry. Checking the spot, it seems fine. I growl to myself, People. Taking a deep breath, in and out, I start the journey in again.
By simplicity9 months ago in Fiction
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