Maast clipi când ceasul – pe a treia etajeră la dreapta, deasupra cuțitului însângerat, sub ghemul de cabluri pe care își tot promitea să îl descurce mâine, niciodată astăzi – începu să sune incontrolabil de parcă ar fi avut cu adevărat viață și o personalitate cam colerică. 00:00 arăta cu prea multă mândrie. Păcat că […]
Prima dată când a auzit despre existența unui robot care scrie ficțiune, Pat T. Knight, autor de succes de romane polițiste, a râs. Cum ar putea vreodată o mașină, un program, ce mai, să conceapă o carte coerentă, inovatoare, care să își țină publicul în priză de la prima până la ultima pagină? – Adevărul […]
Lăsați robotul să scrie!, povestirea mea despre problemele cu care se confruntă un scriitor de thrillere popular din Anglia când editura care-l publică decide să cumpere un robot care scrie a câștigat Premiul II la Concursul Național de Proză Scurtă Helion 2016. Lucrările premiate vor fi publicate în revista Helion, atât online cât și în varianta […]
“Really, at your age, what were you thinking?” Jor asked as Rul entered the office, all stitched up. On account of the blood loss and head trauma, he had apparently passed out and fallen overboard during the body retrieval. “Can’t let the subs have all the fun, can we?” Rul tried to laugh, but stopped […]
“Oh, this guy,” Jor suddenly said from behind him and Rul startled awake. The office, previously occupied only by a few drifting colleagues, was now suddenly much too lively. He blinked rapidly a few times and turned toward Jor. He was looking at one of Sparky’s sketches from Lucy’s memories. “You know him?” he asked […]
It took Rul another two hours to return to headquarters, get the lab to construct the tissue needed to emulate the fingerprints – something the labs usually denied the knowledge of, but that was a far too standard subversion tactic not to have become routine – and then return to level 15 where to his […]
MegaKaleidon had a population just shy of one billion. It had been an ambitious metropolis from the very beginning. Its first ever recorded census put it at 30 million. One year there had been nothing there but fields, the next, a colossus had been erected with the seal of approval of the almighty viceroy himself. […]
Maast blinked when the watch – the third stand on the right, above the bloody kitchen knife, beneath the bundle of wires he kept promising himself to sort out tomorrow, never today – started beeping uncontrollably as if possessed by real life and a rather choleric personality. 00:00 it boasted far too proudly. Too bad […]
