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I’m excited to share that I’m currently working on a short story titled Dream Job! It’s the first in a series that follows Avery, a man who witnesses a tragic death and begins to suspect foul play. As he digs deeper, secrets unravel that could change everything he thought he knew. Right now, I’m looking…
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The rise of AI-generated novels will cause many authors to wonder what the future holds for them. Will human authors be entirely replaced by chatbots? Chatbots have limitations, but that hasn’t stopped people from using them to write eBooks and flooding Amazon with them. What can human authors do to compete? It will come down…
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Chatbots are already transforming writing. The writer’s strike in Hollywood was, in large part, a reaction to AI-generated writing. Novels can be written in days using AI and are being sold on Amazon. (Though Amazon is taking steps to reduce the number of AI-produced books sold). YouTube videos can be generated in minutes instead of…
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The answer will depend largely on whether the materialists or the dualists are right. Is matter all there is, or is there something more? Are our brains just meat computers, or do we have a mind that is distinct from our brain? Before we talk about consciousness we should try to define it and ask…
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Wait! If you think your password is okay, then it probably isn’t. That’s even if you have followed advice on how to choose a good password. I’ve worked in IT since for over 20 years so I should know all about security, but I’ve been a victim of malware and credit card fraud. I’ve had…
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(My Device – My Master) Short Story (Fiction): A nightmarish fog held Professor Nigel Price in its grip. What’s happening? I can’t think. Do I even remember who I am? — I’m Nigel; Nigel Price, I’m a professor of robotics at the Burton Heights Institute of Technology. Where am I? He tried to open…
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“Hey Gavin, grab your Dad’s rifle” shouted Riley as he barged his way into the barn and slammed his backpack on the floor raising a small cloud of chaff and dust that rose in the shaft of light beaming through the open barn door. “I’ve got something for target practice.” Gavin, rose from a tattered…