âMmmâŠâ my hand slid over to my phone, attempting to tap the âdismissâ tab as the alarm blared in my apartment room. After missing it twice, I sat up and glared at the phone. My heart spiked. âFive-twenty-five!â I shrieked, jumping into the air and sprinting over to the shower. […]
My eyes drifted without purpose; it took me a moment to retrieve my unending thoughts. Left to reflect on the boundless horrors, void of compromise. My fellow scientists were having an intense conversation in a neighboring room with our military personnel, discussing potential plans of action. I had a pocket-sized
Truth is, most people can’t handle the truth and most often prefer to live in the comfort of their own delusions. Very few of us are an exception to this, I thought I was and now I question if I am not… Our delusions are in a way like a
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I love working with my hands. I got it from my dad. I used to love helping him in the garage or around the house. I love doing all sorts of DIY projects, and, ever since my dad died, itâs a way that I try to feel close to him
Roxyâs Lounge. It was the sort of dimly-lit, mid-century styled bar that was too classy for me by half. In the real world, itâs the kind of place Iâd have gone to get shit-faced on overpriced cocktails at a Game Developerâs Conference after-party. But that was in the old days, back
Everything that people think they know about the Mandela effect is incorrect. The phenomenon has been occurring for years, only most dismissed it as a fluke. In the most severe cases those experiencing the effect were diagnosed as having some sort of mental illness, and subsequently medicated, or committed. Then
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Mr. Hansenâs body was interred in a stately mausoleum of his own design years ago, and yet he still works for us. Â Iâm forced to interview with the remains of the sad dotard almost daily. The world honors Hansen for his invention of countless beloved animated characters, and itâs that
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Roger glanced around the desert once more. Nothing but the cloudless sky and the sand scattering in the wind, with a few cacti dotted around the landscape. With nothing else to do, he checked his magazine, already knowing how many bullets he had. Full. Adjusting his helmet, Roger sighed and
From an early age I was told my father had âbuiltâ me and that I was built to help the family. Any feelings or thoughts that differed from his programming were to be reported to him as a malfunction that he would fix. It didnât take me long to associate
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I think therefore I am. René Descartes originally wrote those words in his book entitled Discourse on the Method, and I believe they make for a fitting epigraph to my current predicament, which I will get to shortly. But first I want to discuss the nature of the technological singularity,
