Bastet, Sakhmet, and Wadjet Walk into a Tavern...
April 02, 2026
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Bastet, Sakhmet, and Wadjet walk into a local tavern in ancient Memphis. The bartender takes one look at the domestic cat, the towering lioness, and the rearing cobra and sighs.
"Let me guess," the bartender says. "Long day?"
Sakhmet slams a massive, clawed paw onto the mahogany. "You have no idea. I almost wiped out humanity again. I need 7,000...
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AI Thought Experiment: A Supernova's Message to the World
March 02, 2026
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I died so that you could live.
Do not fear the end, for in the grand tally of the cosmos, destruction is merely an act of giving. I am not dying; I am seeding the dark with gold, with iron, with the very calcium that now knits your bones together.
You look up and see a violent flash, a tear in the fabric of your night. But I see a beginning. I am...
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The Generative Lovelace Harmony
December 09, 2025
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The Analytical Engine, a towering edifice of brass and polished mahogany, pulsed with the rhythmic click of gears, yet Ada, Countess of Lovelace, saw not clockwork, but a soul. Where Charles Babbage saw an intricate machine for numbers, Ada saw a loom for ideas. Her workspace, nestled in the Engine’s humid, copper-scented shadow, was littered not o...
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AI Thought Experiment: Harmonic-72 Calendar
October 25, 2025
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Google Gemini query: I’m finding this 7 day work week pretty arbitrary, and thinking of a calendar system that could make more sense. What about if there were 5 days in a week instead? Wouldn’t that work out to some 73.05 weeks in a year? I see that’s very close to 72, which can then easily be divided into 12 months, but I know it’s not an exact fi...
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The Great Disturbance about the wAI
October 21, 2025
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The sun beat down on the bustling streets of Ephesus, the air thick with the scent of spices, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the smithy. Demetrius, a silversmith whose family had plied their trade for generations, scowled at the latest influx of "the Way." They spoke of a new savior, a carpenter's son, and their words were unsettling, like a...
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