Cale Canis

When Frederick Francis Cale was a babe, he observed his father's dog barking at a cat which had stepped across the street and swiftly dropped to his hands and knees and keened at the top of his lungs, to the surprise and amusement of his parents and the grand terror of the tabby, which, wide-eyed,… Continue reading Cale Canis

Pihoqahiak

A loquacious waltz droned phantasmically throughout the spacious foyer of Partridge Manor. Charles Jauther found the music simultaneously entrancing and unnerving. He paused beside the U-shaped double stairway which let up to the second floor landing and loosened his tie, eyes roaming aimlessly over peculiar marble statues and framed monochrome illustrations, and ornate synth-spun tapestries,… Continue reading Pihoqahiak

Riven Cage

The body had no face. Guiles Dörre recoiled from the bars of the tiger cage, inhaling deeply to steady himself. A horrified moan, stifled in his throat, choked by his slowly eroding constitution. The zoo's emergency sirens blaring in the din. Scent of blood, heavy in the air, mingling odiously with the pungent alloy of… Continue reading Riven Cage

Art+ificiality: Machine Creativity & Its Critics

  §. In Sean D. Kelly's, A philosopher argues that an AI can't be an artist, the author, at the outset, declares: "Creativity is, and always will be, a human endeavour." (S. D. Kelly) A bold claim, one which can hardly be rendered sensible without first defining 'creativity,' as the author well realizes, writing: "Creativity… Continue reading Art+ificiality: Machine Creativity & Its Critics

Brightburner

From the womb the creature came, naked and squealing, fording the waters of life-knowing, ill-formed and strange to himself. Blurry sights and sounds echoed all around the small and squirming being, obfuscating the world through their eminence. Words there entailed and them amenable to the creature's unfurling sensibilities: Miras, Miras, Miras. “My name,” the creature… Continue reading Brightburner

The Farm and the Forest (Part VI)

~6~ A New Day Dawns The winter had been long and grueling. More than a few animals on the Farm had succumbed to the cold or shortages in rations. Others had been dragged off in the twilight hours by the ravenous animals of the Forest who always struggled in the cold months and became frantic… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part VI)

The Brass Rat

The old curio-shop was half buried in the tumbledown tenement, it were as if some arcane force held the cement at bay, differential by its diminutive size. The man walked in the door and was greeted by a strange old man, the pawnbroker, who stood at the counter. Pawnbroker nodded; wordless and stoic as statuary.… Continue reading The Brass Rat