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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 simplicity6 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 simplicity7 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 simplicity7 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 simplicity7 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 simplicity7 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 simplicity7 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 simplicity7 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 simplicity7 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2023
The Story In ItTop Story - September 2023
Writing began for me after I received my first lock diary. The kind children get at school book fairs or prizes at school carnivals or raffles. That is where I got mine. It had a cheap lock with a small key that opened it. The cover was white with little colorful heart's all over it. The pages were white with black lines, but the edges of the pages were gold. I would write in it when extremely happy, sad or mad. I could say it all, get everything out. Next, I started writing random ideas related to music or movies. Things I saw out in the world or interesting tidbits I heard. Those were my first legitimate writings. My later diaries would house compilations of poems mixed in with daily happenings. My grandmother wrote in a journal/Diary every night, almost religiously. As a child, I think I mimicked this. Later, I respected it for the process and record I could revisit. Possibly, I often thought, others could even find meaning in the writings after I was dead and gone. After all, we all hope to leave our own unique mark in the world, however small or insignificant. However, I consider one short story my first real story. I will share it below.
By simplicity8 months ago in Writers
Hop, Skip, and Jump Away
Time passed like a flip book. I'm always on the move. The world seems wide open and full of possibilities. Exhaustion is my way of life. I'm living somewhere between a Dream and a Nightmare if you average it out. I bustle from home with my boyfriend, to school, to volunteering, work experience hours, work interviews, and jobs. I'm beginning to buy into life again. I do all the cheesy things people do. My energy can feel bigger than any room, with a smile just as big. Going out is a regular weekend activity, we have perfected. I'm like a doll that can dress up for any occasion. My clothes give me confidence in rooms I feel unprepared to be in. I hate being stared at, but the contradiction is ignored for now. I'm oblivious because for the first time I feel put together. There are so many problems, but when you're busy they are easily brushed aside for another day. After all, I have living to do. It is the modern roaring 20's. We were unapologetically uncouth by classic proprietary standards, as we would drink, dance, and socialize into the morning hours of the weekend. Then sleep in past 10am as our bodies recuperated. The times felt larger, grander in a way, than they probably should have. I'm young with an unrealistic view of the future.
By simplicity9 months ago in Chapters
The Politics of Friendship
What is friendship in an environment of economics History is just a different date with evolved problems As we sit on the same hills of our ancestors, looking for the resources to grow our hill into a mountain Built primarily by information Not so free as we all believe What can you share, a stall-tactic while searching for a better offer Diplomacy in public found in a handshake and a smile While hidden deals act as the bonding, cementing friendships So like a school bell calling us from recess, we stop playing around We have not all forgotten our readings Lord of the flies dressed up and disguised, as a new play Behind friendships diplomacy As swashbuckling children morph to bushwacked professionals Whatever happened to just because Because The scientist just blew it up And the historian could find no peace or reason The economist went solo, until he could budget others in The librarians and lawyer's couldn't find the time, like the simple housewives, but their statuses were not aligned What is friendship in an environment of the modern world When family members in the same field staunchly disagree, on even how to feed our young Maybe friendship is Things to look at to adore to gain comfort or support those of survival or a common interest those we can champion look eye to eye those we pity but can understand Those that make us laugh and at least, not cry So friendship is a point of view maybe an attitude I'll sit on my hill and you sit on what ever size yours as long as you dont bother me and I wont bother yours Call it friendship With a wave sealed with a kiss We'll throw a handful of dirt every once in a while Just to help another On the way to growing their hill to a mountain Unless that mountain can be taken or better, Given
By simplicity9 months ago in Poets