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Turing Test“Where will you be when the world ends?” she asked.Turing Test
“Right here,” he said.
“Will you be conscious?” she asked.
“I expect so,” he said, “though consciousness is hardly the privilege you make it out to be.”
“I still don’t believe you,” she said. She was smiling, though.
“Don’t believe what? That I’m conscious?” he said.
“Of course,” she said.
“Don’t you think that’s maybe a tad juvenile?”
“No.”
“Oh . .
in Science Fiction on 2/21/08
Perchance to DreamThe folds of her flesh draped like curtains over the sides of the hover-chair—rich and smooth, like brocade, and his eyes traced their undulating curves and rolls like sand-dunes in a desert. Eyes and lips formed an oasis: clear, moist, beckoning. And he was so thirsty. . . . The lips parted slightly, then, breath as dry and sweet as desert sun. “Kal. . . .”Perchance to Dream
“Kal. Time’s up.” The electronic voice that called was just as dry as hers, but harsh where she was only saccharine. The edges of the Dream blurred and faded into nothingness, and he sat up as electrodes dropped, slack-lined, from the sides of hi
in Science Fiction on 2/18/08
Ne'er without the thornIt was three days old, and the droop of its petals was like the ever-blinking adverts she pretended not to see and like the sirens she pretended not to hear. Its stem was suspended in water, flaking, flaking bits of stem-skin in a jar on her desk behind a pile of books that she had carefully-carelessly piled there, just in case. It was invisible from the window. She had to peer around the books to see it, the little gasp and clutch of colour and its withering. She had to peer around the books so that she could not stare at it for hours, for days, watching it die. It was dying.Ne'er without the thorn
It was three days old, and the curl of its leaves was
in Science Fiction on 2/18/08
The Machine“True knowledge comes from memory,” he proclaimed to the gathered smiles and nods. “Memory is what makes us human.”The Machine
The next morning, he fed the memory of lackluster lovemaking and asthmatic perfume staining hotel-white pillowcases to the Machine, along with the memory of breakfast’s runny eggs and the remnants of dreams—bright, sticky, meaningless.
It bulged with hoarded humanity: documents, dictionaries, translations; photographs, paintings, cave art; poetry. And now, technicians in white lab coats (for tradition’s sake) fed it countless small metallic squares; and now, it fed on
in Science Fiction on 2/12/08
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DustHer sunken cheekbones give her an air of the ethereal. I watch her some days, cradling her child in delicate arms. Sometimes her eyes meet mine. They do not pierce. I do not fall into them. Her eyes are dark, her skin is dusty, and she looks like a fairy stealing away an infant. I could try to help her, but she would kill me.Dust
I sit in the tower every day, scanning for plagues on the horizon. I have not seen a plague yet. Sometimes I watch the people outside. They all look uniform and brown, as if made from the same clay, but o
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- Current Age: 21
- Current Residence: among the dreaming spires
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And . . . ahh, that sounds like a beautiful life.
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I wish I was on an equestrian team! that would be hard work, but it would definitely be nice to even see horses from time to time. I'm dreading the pain when I ride again after a winter, semester, and summer off... and the amount of skill that will have gone down the drain by that time. I'm thinking of trying to volunteer at a stable here just so I can have the environment, at the very least.
if I can marry Johnny Depp and live in Bermuda and Oxford alternately with my string of Thoroughbreds, you can marry a horse-owning trophy husband in Oxford. really. I'm sure there are plenty of those to go around.
As for meeting people, I'm really lucky in that I'm living with 25 other people from my college in a little compound thing, so I have a somewhat reliable base of friends here. This also means I haven't been spending so much time with/meeting British friends, though, which is unfortunate. Ah well. I'm on the equestrian team, which allows me to meet a few people (and horsey people! I always get along with horsey people) and also ride, though painfully infrequently. (Literally painfully: the few times I do ride I'm sore for days afterward.)
When I come back here for grad school/life, I'm definitely having a horse. (You know, as long as I'm living in impossibilities I might as well compound them, right?)
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I'd be too afraid to meet folks, too. in fact, my friend from home is trying to get me to call up her friend in London, but I can't do it. have you been fitting in alright and having fun on your own? I'm finding that fitting in just goes differently here, but I can do it. I don't know if I think it's as easy to make tight friends, though.
oh lord, and how are you getting by without horses (or do you have yours here)? I walked through a nature preserve the other day and saw someone cantering through the fields, and I just wanted to be her so badly.
Anyway, Oxford is the most wonderful city I've ever encountered, and I, too, am in love. I'm already scheming about how I can come back here as soon as possible and stay for as long as possible. (Grad school and more grad school, yay!)
((Also, I'm kind of afraid of people, particularly new ones. I'm tempted, though.))
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how is everything going there? I know another writer who's there right now and he's a very cool guy - let me know if you'd want to try and meet him. I don't know how many people you've gotten to know what with the one-on-one tutorials.
anyway, good luck with the end of the term. send some dreaming-spires love towards London for the folks who aren't constantly surrounded by the historical and intellectual.
Keep going!
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