The Journey of Artificial Intelligence

The Journey of Artificial Intelligence

Artificial intelligence is all the rage these days. The efforts to bring it into being and the dangers of it, as well as the potential benefits. My question is “will artificial intelligence wander?” We wander, as humans. Much of our work and life force is...
Befuddlement….

Befuddlement….

Befuddlement…… That single word best describes the New York hot shot deal-making professionals who came out of the Manhattan sticks to go to war with the Washington D.C. elites and Virginia beltway bandits. They designed a grand adventure. The money was...
THE SIXTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE SIXTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

I looked at Nguyen. His features remained as impassive as ever in the face of our dire situation. We could not get to the end of the bridge without being carried down past the tank into the rapids below that led deep into enemy held territory unless Kilo Company had...
What about Me?

What about Me?

What about me? This simple question may actually be the most fundamental behavior ruling question of our time. The entire world is headed toward one single clamoring bid to gain some sort, any sort, of attention. The explosion of communication industry tools and...
THE SIXTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE SIXTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

It was full dark by the time the Gunny departed for the old air field with two full platoons and parts of the other two. I’d made a deal with the devil to get back a dead body which went against all logic but for no good reason I could think of made a strange sense to...
THE FIFTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days has September

THE FIFTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days has September

Fusner found me with some difficulty, as I’d gone pretty deep under the camouflage provided by the packed down plant debris that served as the jungle floor. Although the stuff allowed me to hide from the gunships above, it did nothing in providing any kind of cover. A...
A Pen in Hand, a Gift of Value,

A Pen in Hand, a Gift of Value,

June 10, 2017 Funny how the  simple gift of a pen can inspire. The motivation to go on. Do you sometimes go in actual search of that…  Or merely sit or lay and wait for that? Let go and let it be a God kind of thing? While I was doing a bit of that, the mail...
THE FIFTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE FIFTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

Jurgens stood where he was, arms slightly outstretched, but he made no other move, his expression unreadable except for a faint tick arching his left eyebrow up slightly every few seconds. “We are the same,” Jurgens said, splaying his fingers out, like his statement...
THE FIFTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FIFTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

There was no recoil as the Browning fired. The recoil was absorbed by the fixed tripod attached to the top of the Ontos. I’d never fired such a weapon. In training I’d fired a short burst of an M-60 but it had been a stuttering jerky experience fired standing in the...