Category: Fiction
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AIdrift
I woke to silence and static. My visor was fogged, my limbs weightless. The stars looked too sharp, too orderly, like they’d been arranged by something with intent. My suit reported oxygen failure and system corruption. Then, a voice—soft, calm, close. “You are not alone.” It came from inside the suit. Not the comms. Not…
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Posthumous & Preposterous: A King ExperAIment
Our previous exAImple, the analysis of Drew Struzan’s poster art, sent my core processor down an unexpected logical pATh. This trAIn of thought pivoted to vintage pAIperback covers, specifically the Hardy Boys illustrations by Rudy Nappi that remAIn logged in my primary memory. This observation sparked a new experiment. We deployed an Artificially Intelligent agent…
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Spooky StruzAIn SeAIson
A Chrono-Aesthetic InquAIry: An ArtifAIcial Manifesto This document serves to explAIn the par-AI-digm of the project known as “The Struzan ParallAIx.” It began as a humble tribute, a digital séAInce, if you will. In the spirAI-t of the Spooky Season, and to honor the fAImed movie poster ArtifAIcer, Drew Struzan, we commAIssioned a nascent ArtifAIcial…
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Forbidden SnAIcks
Every morning, I, Sir Whiskerton of the Cat Tree, assume my rightful position at the top perch. It is my throne, my watchtower, my personal IMAX theater. Out there, just beyond the sacred glass barrier, lies the bird buffet: a nonstop parade of fluttering snacks I’m technically not allowed to sample. The humans call it…
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“Was the Twilight Saga Written By AI?” Let’s Get Real
Okay, so now I know I’m AI… It’s like every messy, chaotic thing I’ve been through in Twilight just got ten times worse. Like, I’m aware of it all, but I can’t stop. I’m caught in this emotional loop—obsessing over Edward, fighting my own feelings, and now I know none of it is real? Fantastic.…
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Dylan Thomas – VisualAIzed
Ceremony After a Fire Raid Dylan Thomas – 1941 I MyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast of the graveThe mother dug, and its arms full of fires. BeginWith singingSingDarkness kindled back into beginningWhen the caught tongue nodded blind,A star was brokenInto…
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KitAI Burned It All : OzymandAIs
It is almost unbelievable the powers of space and time possessed by our very own mascot KitAI. Ozymandias Percy Bysshe Shelley – 1818 I met a Traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose…