What Do You Want to Believe?

I know many of you already follow Cheryl, and I’ve seen some of your comments on her latest post. I missed it (thanks WordPress for the lack of email) so I want to make sure you don’t. Yes, this is the first time I’ve ever reblogged two posts in the same day (but they’re on the same subject, so…)

Dreaming Reality

One of this season’s most profound and thought provoking episodes of the X-Files calls attention to our ever increasing intrigue, dependence and worship of robotics, electronics and human-less encounters. Watch this clip of the episode; but when you can, catch the entire episode on youtube or the Fox channel app.

While this is not a new concept or fear where artificial intelligence is concerned, this episode adds a new slant on the previous “robots get angry and run amuck” scenario by adding the all-too-human aspect of sarcastic bitter aggression.

Let me just say up front that we are good tippers. We tip the minimum expected for mediocre service and definitely more for exceptional service. Still….it is a ‘tip’. I can still remember my sense of horror as one of my son’s former girlfriends described how she chased a guy leaving the restaurant where she worked, demanding to know why he…

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WiFi is Free!

Pam’s story, hits a little too close to home. For the cause of “research” my Saturday afternoons often look much like Ben’s. I wonder how Pam knew that?

WordPress is being cranky about letting me turn comments off here. Please leave comments at Pam’s site.

Butterfly Sand

Ben was paralyzed. He couldn’t move, couldn’t react. He watched in horror as his friend of 30 years was patted down, handcuffed and walked out of the bar in the company of four very official looking men. Four, there were five!

“You can say nothing about what you think you just heard.”

The warning was issued by a quiet, almost friendly voice. But as Ben raised his head to look at the speaker, a chill ran down his back. The man almost seemed to smile. He reached out his hand and picked up the thumb drive that Stan had dropped on the table. Snap, it was gone.

And with a slight tilt of his head, so was the fifth man. Ben inhaled deeply. He felt as if he had been holding his breath for far too long. He started to hear the regular sounds of the bar seeping back into…

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