Because Complex Iterative Systems Tend Towards Optimality…Sorta
The funny thing about the North Pole, we don’t get news, only thinning ice sheets, every year the hunting season is shorter and shorter, every year my cubs hungrier. It is, for the most part, a solitary life, your kids outgrow you and go searching on their own never to be seen again. You meet… Continue reading A Polar Bear
About Big Fish Alright, now I am going to break one of the core rules about telling a story. This story was about the importance of meaning, and the idea that even if our purpose turns out to be false, we are likely better off without knowing that important bit of trivia. This was a… Continue reading Of Fish and Storytelling
George sat in his rowboat, fishing rod poised ready to strike, as he did every day, rain or shine. He never caught anything. He had retired long ago to a little lake house. Some neighbors had told him of a legendary fish, well legendary for such a small lake at any rate. George took no… Continue reading Big Fish
So dolphins, as you might know, we don’t have hands, so then how am I writing this you might wonder. Well, I had this human trainee, and after learning his primitive manner of vocalization and rudimentary not nearly squeaky enough language, I taught him a trick that could correspond to each letter of his simplistic… Continue reading Dolphin Warning
(Part I here) A knock at the door, and that could only mean one of two things, a delivery or Daisuke. This time it was a mix of both, Daisuke was standing there bag in hand presenting his host with only the finest of convenience store sushi and sake. The events of the previous day… Continue reading Dream Girl: Part III
Slate stood there with his blue-grey eyes, no longer dull as they had been only moments before, but shining . In his hand he grasped his shovel, which was caked in remnants of dust and cement, now with a red pattern on the back, drops slowly dripped downwards giving it the image of a red… Continue reading The Hunted: Chapter II Slate
Warning: This is going to be a fairly dark series of stories, about the nature of power and humanity. Ugh just the stink of it. The ever present rolling smoke of the lower district was almost certainly going to be a hard smell to get out. How Arthur loathed his bimonthly visits to the lowlands… Continue reading The Hunted: Chapter I Arthur
