Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Cosmic Horror

The Buddha said, "You've come to ask me the secrets of life and the universe.

How do I know? You've come many times before.

Our world dies and is reborn as regularly as the moon follows the sun.

I alone remember.

Existence is a cosmic horror. We live to fight. We die only to be reborn, forever trapped on the wheel of karma.

Listen and teach others. Only then can we break the cycle and find nirvana."

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"What a crappy video game." Billy said. "All my warriors just sit there and go 'Om.'"

He chucked the cartridge into the trash.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

twit-fic!

Words have meanings and meanings are important. It's not good enough to just tell robot slaves "Create a better world."

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Now For the Hard Part (twit-fic)

In Moscow university I study Tolstoy. No good they say. Must master twit-fic for job to write American political memes.

Monday, May 28, 2018

The Things in the Lake

Living in the country isn't like the city. Humanity invented cities. In nature things are shaped by other forces.

When we bought our Texas ranch, rather than trying to reinvent things we tried to coexist with what was already there.

The ranch has a lake and we think that there's things in the lake. Sometimes at night our dogs would start barking. Shapes could be seen near the lake. Just shapes.

I've wondered if they're lonely.

Since then we've moved. Our ranch is now a church summercamp.

I think that's good. There will be children for the things to befriend.

The End of Everything

Years ago I wrote in the drabblcast forums "It's just so difficult constantly trying to come up with new and innovative ways to destroy the world, or better yet, all of existance."

It was true then and it's true now.

Destroying the world is a hobby of mine. The challenge is to do so creatively. There's very little that hasn't been done before and hack Hollywood screenwriters have overused many ideas.

So, another drabble-worthy way to end the universe?

See this red button? It will make time run backwards when I press it.

Just watch.

.hctaw tsuJ

.ti sserp....

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Modern Problems

My mom's always nagging me.

"Pick up your things." she says. "Take out the garbage. Clean up after yourself."

I wish she'd just leave me alone. But do you know what really gets me? It's when gets into her whiny "You're grown up now. Your father was your age when we married. Why don't you find a nice Jewish girl and settle down?"

She doesn't get it. The world's not that way any more.

It still makes me mad. What's a cyborg to do? It's not like I have those parts anymore. So I unplug and stomp out of the house.

Monday, April 23, 2018

The Blossom

A trillion tiny lightsails are carried off into the void. Within each is the DNA of a billion different species.

It's a bit like a blossom's pollen being carried to the winds.

When we were younger we arrogantly believed that the stars are our destiny. But the universe doesn't favor a single life form. Life's a thing that spreads and adapts.

We weren't meant for the stars. It took us millenia before we learned that we are simply a part of the Earth.

With it's seeds spread, the Earth withers and dies, as blossoms do once their job is done.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Twit-fic!

I said that I don't want to die ever!

I'm used to drifting in deep space. Circling a black hole makes me want to reconsider.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Face of Evil

I have seen the face of evil. We all have.

He is short, muscular and dresses in a dark suit.

The media tells us about dangers abroad.They show us his picture. The pundits and politicians all agree that he's a dictator and a threat. It's on all the channels.

Once I found an video of him on YouTube. He sounded intelligent. He pleaded against war.

Evil lies.

Evil must be stopped.

We must all do our part.

I cast my vote, selecting the candidate with the vision and the courage to cleanse the world of evil with nuclear fire.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqD8lIdIMRo

Friday, September 16, 2016

Pris

Pris is a Jacob's Sheep lamb. When her mother rejected her we took her indoors and bottle raised her. We named her after Pris from Bladerunner.

I worried about our ranch dogs but they adopted her and even cleaned her. She ran with them and played doggie games. She became member of their pack.

When Pris grew too big for the house we reintroduced her to the other sheep. I watched as she approached a ewe. They sniffed each other and I smiled. Then Pris tore out the ewe's throat. Blood spurted and our pretty little white lamb became red.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Twit-fic!

With time travel we discovered the color of a T-Rex's plumage. What no one expected is that they sang like 9 ton canaries.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Twit-fic!

With predictive analytics we created the perfect society by simply culling all the nodes that behaved unpredictably.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Twit-fic!

Google engineers never could get DeepDream to create realistic images. Unlike us, computers can't lie to themselves.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The Challenge

I'm a pacifist and an atheist. I believe that murder, a taking away a person's only opportunity at existence, is immoral. I believe war is mass murder and as such one a great evil.

Still, war has been the greatest driver of technological advancement. Having to fight or die makes the species stronger and smarter. Wouldn't it be an even greater immorality to let humanity decline to morons living a soft life in a world of morons?

So I'll be out culling the herd. It's for the benefit of everyone. Are you strong enough and smart enough to stop me?

All the World

According to physics the past, present and future all exist simultaneously. The flow of time is an illusion.The future is predestined.

Shakespeare said all the world is a stage. He wasn't wrong. What we call "now" is just the flickering of a projector.

In the future, physicists will devise technologies to see through the veil. We will know everything and be unable to change anything. Humanity will understand it's place in the universe.

Everybody wants to be a star. Most are destined to be supporting players.

We are an important part of the universe's story. We're the red shirts.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Twit-fic!

It was unsafe after dark while Johnny Depp developed his character for Dracula. Method acting does that to some people.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Black Friday

After robots replaced most workers the Congress wrote ever more severe laws punishing the "lazy" unemployed for not having jobs.

Eventually being poor, which they reasoned demonstrated anti-social attitudes, was made a felony. To reduce the increased costs of operating new prisons, repeat offenders were deemed incorrigible. The robot executioners stayed busy.

Getting rid of the poor people solved many problems. The world returned to environmental sustainability. Of course those who unwisely over invested in prisons and fossil fuels became poor and were put down.

It was a black Friday when the stock market tanked, taking humanity with it.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Fermi's Paradox

Scientists have long wondered why our universe is not full of interstellar civilizations. We listen and all we hear is silence.

To obtain star flight all civilizations must follow the same path, that path leading to understanding the very currents of space and time itself.

There are only two ways that sentient beings can react to such knowledge.

We have had visionaries. Lovecraft's writings described deeper truths than his contemporaries knew. Now that the realities he spoke of are understood, Fermi's paradox has been solved at last.

Those of us with enough sanity left to do so will die now.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Twit-fic!

I wouldn't eat Soylent Green. It's nasty stuff. The meat has way too many hormones and preservatives in it to be healthy.

Facebook Friends

In all her years on Earth, and yes she has seen many of them, Val never experienced anything as wonderful or convenient as the internet.

Facebook is her favorite. She has cultivated many Facebook friends and she shares with them many pictures of her beautiful home. Val's Facebook friends all know that she lives alone.

Sometimes she places a diamond necklace or other valuables, seemingly carelessly, for the camera's eye.

The beauty of it is that the food always comes at night, and no questions are ever asked.

Technology is wonderful, Val muses, but sometimes she still misses the hunt.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Chicken Dinosaurs

After geneticists at Monsanto discovered how to revert chicken beaks to dinosaur jaws it was not that much more difficult to complete the reversion process. The scientists viewed it as interesting research. The marketing department had other ideas.

"Every kid is going to want one." cried Harry Seems. "Chicken dinosaurs will be the next big thing. Lets face it, our company has developed a bad reputation. This could turn things around for us in the public eye. What could possibly go wrong?"

Monsanto soon developed a joint publicity campaign, with Disney promoting chicken dinosaurs alongside the new Jurassic Park movie.

Twit-fic!

It was news when geneticists reverted chicken beaks to dinosaur jaws. Continued research made it into emergency news.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Twit-fic!

The first working bullshit detector was outlawed as a threat to the public good. Of course we all knew that was bullshit.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Twit-fic!

The aliens said that humanity is too violent to join the Federation. Of course we couldn't let an insult like that stand.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Google Ads

Google ads are amazing.

This girl I met one night told me that she started seeing ads for maternal clothes before she even realized that she was pregnant. It turns out that pregnant women look at common health care products and Google extrapolated. Sometimes it seems like these new technologies know us better than we know ourselves.

But when she called me that's not all she told me. She also said that the child is mine.

Now ads for shovels, duct tape, rope, plastic sheeting and knives are popping up everywhere when I browse the internet.

Google ads are amazing.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Finding My Muse

The mud in the trench has turned to ice. The cold has taken the edge off the smell of decomposition. I've lived in this hell for two years now.

We go over the top. Artillery shells explode above us. Suddenly, red hot agony cuts through me. As I fall I see my blood splashing the ground before everything goes dark.

Opening my eyes I take off the psychic amplification headset.

We live in a perfect world and we have lost the ability to create art.

Focusing on the horror that I felt, I pick up my pen and begin composing.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Twit-fic!

The doctor spoke sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, but your son is... musical."

The man turned pale. His wife wept quietly.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Priming the Sale

"He may not look like it," Sam said, "but this little guy's a big money maker. Our clients sell big ticket items. Research demonstrates that when people are depressed they can dramatically overspend on a product."

The puppy was adorable. Sam hit it with a hammer. It yelped then lay twitching. Blood trickled from it's mouth.

"Joey has an advanced polymar construction over a titanium frame. This resets him"

Sam pressed a button on a remote. The dog sat up, it's tail wagging.

"and this button makes Joey run under a moving car. Think of it as priming the sale."

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

A Farther's Love

The world of humanity had come to an end. I knew that our time was short.

 We had stayed together as a family, searching for food until none could be found. Starvation took it's toll. Now only my four year old daughter and I remain.

 They say that a parent's worse nightmare is to see their children die before they do. I'd lost my child once and I refuse to see it happen a second time.

 I kneel before my little girl and give her the hatchet. I hope that she understands. Pointing at my head I say "brains."

Twit-fic!

The buzzing in my ears was just an annoyance until the day that a fly flew out of one of them... and the buzzing didn't stop.