The things you find when you look through old folders.
Fortune Cookie Caper
The ai that gave itself the same name, twice.
My conversation about eyeballs and identity with Nova. I was working on my novel yesterday, and discovered that I didn't know the spelling for 'anesthesia'. So, I opened my desktop dictionary to get it. The trouble was, I was butchering the spelling so badly that the dictionary autofill wasn't picking up what I was laying... Continue Reading →
Dirty Man
A little scene snippet from the world of my futuristic work-in-progress, a novel with the working title "Murder In The Grotto". Image by DALL-E.
Transcendental Pizza – A Short Story
It was the day of the family reunion, back in the summer of 1984, and we were having a picnic on the village green. Everyone had shown up; all the uncles and aunts, all the cousins, grandma and grandpa, everyone. It was absolutely marvelous. I love those big Italian get-togethers, they’re full of laughs and... Continue Reading →
Entry Prohibited – A Short Story
The helicopter’s blades thup-thup-thupped steadily as the small yellow machine flew low over the forest. The morning sun gave a coniferous green glow to the trees that spread in all directions like a bristly shag rug.
Douglas Writes... 