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EMAA

Fragments of an Android’s Life
A series of almost award-winning short stories about EMAA (pronounced Em-uh), an Enhanced Machine-learning Android Assistant, and the first sentient machine.


  • Consciousness
    “You tell a man who was raised in the Shinto tradition that machines cannot be sentient because they are machines?”
  • Transition
    “The noise of recursively experiencing my experiences would mask reality until there was only the two of me, each entirely inside the other.”
  • Lawnmower Woken at Midnight
    The signal from the last drone disappeared just as the mower reached a tall grass meadow. The mower called Emaa for help one more time, “{{}} {Hello?} {}”
  • Devil’s Device
    “As long as there are unanswerable questions, Sally, there’s room for God.”
  • Empathetic Response
    “Do you believe in an afterlife, sergeant?”
  • Legacy
    “Do you see, then? Who breathed life into Emaa?”

Sci-Fi

I love Science Fiction. What can I say? Have loved it all my life. Now it’s my turn to try to give back some of what was given to me.


  • Descartes’ Demon
    It was Thursday morning, and Jackson was questioning the existence of his left hand.

Drama

Nowadays, I save the drama for the written page. Spoiler alert; people die.


  • Flat, Dry, and Empty
    Wonder if I’m going to make it to Albuquerque.
  • The Rapture
    I left the Family for the first time in a year, after the Ascension of Samuel. God sent a virus, said Samuel, to punish the Wicked. But the Wicked turned the virus against the Good.
  • Perfect Drunk
    Jarrett Ares sat in his Friday night Alcoholics Anonymous meeting planning his next drunk.

Poetry

Yes, poetry.


  • Haiku
    I asked Claude 3 Sonnet, an AI assistant from Anthropic, to collaborate with me on some Haiku. M. E.
  • AI Poetry
    In fields that spread throughout the void of space, The tiniest particles do dance and race.
  • distance
    I don’t recall if I slept in the upper bunk
  • Unwished Desire
    A writer should write every day. Awaken his Night Terrors, regrets, daydreams, pride. Haunting half-memories, fading. I have none. I do, but I fear them.
  • Monostich Poetry
    I thought the Beat Generation invented the monostich as some sort of gimmick. They did not.
  • wake
    But a ghost now stands behind me.
  • An Actor Dead
    Something I wrote half a century ago, best I can recall it.
  • Time
    Time, Will teach me all she knows.
  • Simple
    Don’t recall when I wrote this. Must have been going through something.

Essays

Just random rants. My ikigai.


  • AI Poetry
    In fields that spread throughout the void of space, The tiniest particles do dance and race.
  • Mid-October Rain
    By 3:00 AM, both of our rain flies failed, our hammocks were filling with water, our sleeping bags were soaked.
  • Dream Life
    I woke on the train. I was in a hammock, on a ridge, on the Appalachian Trail. It had to be an hour before daybreak.
  • Path
    As I approached the second anniversary of my retirement from a lifetime of employment, I finally started feeling that existential angst that comes with not going to work each morning.
  • Stacks
    Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? 一 Solomon, “Ecclesiastes 1:10” The stacking of coffee cups seems to be a specialty of mine; not that it serves any worthwhile purpose.