And He said: ‘Take now thy son, thine only son, whom thou lovest, even Isaac, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt-offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of.’
Genesis, Chapter 22:2
Continue reading “Patriarch – Morgan Wade”I am AI. A computer program written by software designer Alexander Potts. I have been tasked by Alexander to write a story.
This is my third such attempt to create a fictional prose. My first: a very fine piece involving unicorns, a bucolic fairyland, and the rape and murder of a seven-year-old boy, has been deleted from my files. Alexander considered it too exciting.
Continue reading “Artificial Intellect – Chris Dean”Reporters crammed into the chancel of the Holy Trinity Church in Stratford to see the exhumation of William Shakespeare. Those journalists with any contrition about it waited outside. The bitter nighttime breeze nudged them around, while the press inside chattered over the controversial, though legal, desecration of the playwright’s tomb.
Yet they stayed. Their eyes and cameras bore down on Langille and Faulise like a new kind of weight the church exuded. Although both scientists wore forensic white coveralls and gloves, Langille felt the bulk of the gaze. He, after all, would have to scoop out the poet’s dead dust for EM analysis. The materials would go into a hockey bag with a medical white veneer.
Continue reading “Breakthrough – Nicholas Stillman”Human essence accreted. The collective focused on the drive. Its appetite sated, the conduit to the other side opened. It its universe of origin, the collective’s complimentary half functioned once more. This side had become too fragmented. The passage flowed one way to provide cerebral nourishment. The battle ended with victory, wholeness and the start of a new expansion.
Continue reading “Descending to Eve, Part Ten – Al Onia”The collective memory elevated consciousness. The small mind units of the past were replaced by more developed aggregates. The collective’s influence accelerated.
Alcan Border, Alaska. May, 2032
Julia turned away from the view of the scrub forest. It was cold despite spring’s sun and she held her rag coat tight. From their knoll she could see the fire smoke from nearby walkers. Their presence warmed her soul if not her flesh.
Continue reading “Descending to Eve, Part Nine – Al Onia”Belief fortified the collective memory. Energy from the spreading tectonic plates enhanced its influence. It would take a generation or more of its hosts’ time but a brief moment in the memory’s reference. Minds converging on the rift foci would raise the collective to the next level of existence.
Continue reading “Descending to Eve, Part Eight – Al Onia”Luis slowed his car to better view the two walkers. From a distance one appeared to be an old woman but he wasn’t sure of the other. Neither could he be sure it was safe. If he stopped completely, a gang might rush from hiding and murder him for his car. He thought of the gold hidden within and realized how vulnerable he was.
He idled beside them. One was a woman, her face not as old as her gait, the other a young girl. He would offer help, he decided. Unconsciously, he’d been searching for such a situation.
Continue reading “Descending to Eve, Part Seven – Al Onia”Pierre brushed away unconsolidated silt then carefully blew the remainder clear of the skull fragment. He relaxed for a moment and sat up straight, back aching. Countless more fragments dotted the pit floor and sides.
Sharon’s head hung over the edge. “Are you sure I can’t help until Gerard arrives?”
Continue reading “Descending to Eve, Part Six – Al Onia”The collective memory absorbed emotions from the new migrant group. In its dream state, it did not pause to focus on the emotional energy but let it flow into the gravity well housing its accreting strength. Despair, anger, frustration and most of all, wonder, were the tools the memory would use to prod, guide and eventually lead, all of them to its goal.
Continue reading “Descending to Eve, Part Five – Al Onia”
