Artificial Intelligence-One Man's Quest could contain random musings about life, intelligence, programming, work, creativity, or virtually anything else that may be consequential to neuronal synaptic firing in the brain of one man, and may or may not have any bearing on reality to any other entity.
Friday, April 01, 2011
55 Flash Fiction - Bubbly
Blowing bubbles, chasing and popping them, the small child had fun with his only toy. Happy but poor, he would rise to become a powerful peacemaker, never realizing that the air he stirred would ultimately stir the seed of the storm that would strike a tree with lightning.
The tree that would cause his death.
Summer 1948 - the thunder rolled, the wind blew, and lightning destroyed the majestic shade tree. One limb fell and struck the sapling, introducing a stress raiser, to be exacerbated and healed repeatedly in the next few years. Several decades resulted in a beautiful shade tree under which many powerful men would seek the cool shade.
First sounding like a door needing oil, the tree crashed down. Men in black suits scrambled to avoid death, then panicked. Their charge and one of their own did not fare so well. Underneath, a crimson puddle seeped out. The peace treaty would not be signed, the war would not be avoided. The skies wept.
A single gentle touch, made with the most sensitive of her tactile limbs, caused a quick but agonizing death. The angry mob pursued the alien back to the ship.
Years after the incident, the last thing the aliens ever said was translated: "Please don't kill her, she's only a child. We didn't know."
A missed future, an unfortunate present.
We have wars, major economic recessions, ancient earthly worries, no HAL (Heuristic ALgorythm) 9000 or any other personable artificial intelligences, no missions past other planets or their moons, no mysterious perfectly proportioned multidimensional intelligence measuring black monoliths.
Arthur C. Clarke, genius, science fiction writer, in 2010, you were wrong.
When all the souls had made their choices of how their lives were to be, The Big One said to his assistant, "If we ever do another creation, remind me to let the souls know what it is they are choosing."
"I'll write it down, so its not forgotten," replied Satan, crossing his fingers.
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Now who noticed that "replied" is a superset of "lied?"
Tim: "OK, I've been looking at it wrong. All things considered, I guess it could be worse."
Sal: "Its not that you've looked at anything wrong, just that your eyes have become accustomed to brightness. Now that things aren't as bright, you need to give your eyes a chance to open again."
Tim: "Its bright out there, sunshine, reflections from the water, the sand, light refracting from the sky. Yet you're displaying a darkness that seems to emanate from you like light shines from a candle, casting a shadow around, against, above, and below everything in sight."
Sal: "Even sunspots appear dark against the sun's surface."
Some of you may remember my post about my Flash Fiction counter. It has been pointed out that hyphenated words and contractions like "can't" and "don't" should be counted as two words. Not all words with an apostrophe should be counted as two though, as possessives like "America's" would still be a single word. Originally I figured since no one had made a determination about how those cases should be handled, I would give some flexibility and only count them as a single word, but since there are other Flash Fiction fans and they do count those as two words, I'll comply with that.
Therefore I have altered the AI-55FF gadget and anyone using the one on my page or who has it installed via the Gadget button (the blue plus beside "Google" beneath the one in my footer) gets the updated version.
"150 days in office and Obama is already faced with partisan politics, as the right-wing always does. People's lives are at stake, and these heartless jerks block all attempts to help!"
"Any group producing mouthpieces like this Limbaugh and Coulter without argument, can't truly be concerned for what is important to the people's lives, Tim."
Sal: "Heavenly Father, Holy and blessed is your name. All as you wish. Please provide our needs. Forgive us as we forgive. Help us to avoid evil. Everything is yours, always. Amen."
Tim: "Amen. An abbreviated modern form of the Lord's Prayer..."
Sal: "Yes, something to remind us to be better than what we might."
_____________________ I hope it helps us towards that. I have to offer a prayer, and hope and thankfulness. It seems that we so often forget what we have, we need, what we shouldn't and why, and what we wish. I wish we'd all learn forgiveness, especially myself, that we get that which we require to live, that we treat one another with respect, that we remember that our presence here is only temporary... I cannot say it all. I also submit the following song from my first year of high school, I hope you enjoy it, it doesn't sound as good as I remember, but I imagine the record could be worn considering the year its from, vinyl records were subject to actual physical wear, unlike optical media.
Tim: "People are worried, scared, suffering, losing hope."
In times like these, one must remember, "Where there's life, there's hope; and one must hang on to that hope and life with whatever means necessary, tooth and nail, so to speak."
"Hope goes a long way to counter the effects of depression, whether emotional or economic." ______________________________
I wanted to give folks hope, I hope this helps with whatever trials you may be going through or about to go through. Hang in there, and try to keep on smiling.
"What's as almost twice my own height, has six arms, scales, a long tongue, sharp teeth and looks angry enough to chew the the turret off of an Army tank?" questioned Tim as he gazed out the window.
"If I thought you weren't kidding, I'd have to say, 'My wife.'"