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You say you want a real solutionWell, you knowWe'd all love to see the plan (358 words, 2 minutes read time.) >~~~~~8647~~~~~< I don't think it will take twenty years, but in the next ten years, we will have AI in a box. Once the billionaires, you know who they are, once they've spent their... Continue Reading →
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay" * (169 words, 1 minute read time) She lived, but less well than she ever anticipated. Youthful hopes never seemed to prevail, not for her, but only and always so conveniently for others. It was his short tolerance... Continue Reading →
~Susie Cavanaugh's Journal ~~< Oh, look! One of my very few Ai creations, from before I knew any better. 12-13-23 (676 words, 4 minutes read time.) NOTE- this is a fictional, free-form write. An uncalled-for RANT. Writing without doubling back, except to stomp on Spellcheck. It's rash and has no purpose or deep meaning. It's... Continue Reading →
You don't need me anymore! People should know to leave me alone. Not only am I wanted, dangerous, and awe-inspiring, I don't really care for the throngs of people who crowd around me everywhere I go. I'm tired of paying for security to be around anytime I must leave home or my car. Yes, I'm... Continue Reading →
Photo by Simon Berger on Pexels.com(1,310 words, 7 minutes read time) a bit of a rant. maybe... <~~ALSO POSTED SEPERATELY IN "SERIALS" AS A FIVE PART SERIES~~> I'm never really sure how these things get started. Often, I don't even know where they began. I only know that frequently, material, time, and effort suddenly disappear... Continue Reading →
It's all about me! (from the Dog Box #2) I'll make this quick and easy. Quick by leaving out most of the details nobody cares about. Easy by sticking to my earliest writing efforts, after which, who really cares? I wrote my first poem when in grade school. It was a writing assignment. I was... Continue Reading →
Academically Speaking I don't like writing things that aren't from the heart. So, rather than that, I write what I call heartless haikus. Mostly just to pass the time. Like now, while I'm here waiting for you to come to. They are quick, simple, and unlike limericks, they don't even have to rhyme. Hell, they... Continue Reading →
I was going to pitch readers with a long tale of how difficult the search for this the song. Of how many six-digit secret codes I faultered and failed to remember before I could fix passwords and open this or that app.
> Is the end near? The end of the world, is it near? Who cares? As long as we don't notice it, and that it's swift and painless, why worry? These things happen, and I don't think that anyone on WordStress will have any effect on such an inevitability. Besides, there may be some time... Continue Reading →