FUTURE ARTISTS

 

Berlin in Summer is something else. Truly. Or maybe Berlin is always something else. I have forgotten how great it felt to be here. I even managed to tempt Clarrington into a dance!! and it only cost me 1,000 marks <cough> 

oh, My driver is playing with a magical toy in her world, AI or something she calls it. I don't fully understand, she says machines are learning to draw and to write. And to prove it she made (she had those machines make) a new nameplate for my humble home. She's also designed new covers for my books. They truly look most modern and enchanting. But I have to say while her artist robot draws well, its spelling needs some work. 

We have left some of the book covers with the spelling mistakes they came out with, as they are terribly funny to read, and funny is good in such worrying times. 

One part of me feels sorry for my driver, stuck in that other world in the future, the other would pay all she has to experience it.

Happy summer earthlings 

AGENCY

 

I decided to go church today, after fighting my literary demons for a few hours. Some days it just doesn't want to happen; some weeks... some months... some years! 

His eminency talked of the need to prepare for the end of times, or end of life or both, to keep it in mind and to live within the teachings of the Lord.

And when I arrived back home a sudden impulse took hold me, made me dance! to celebrate! because today we are here, because for a few minutes I just listened (or read) wise teachings and rested my mind in nice company, or what the heck, because I wanted to!

The harder my RL driver tried to stop me, the harder I danced. No detaching AO, no stopping animations, nor refreshing ... 

These RL drivers of ours have got so used to rascals telling them what to eat for breakfast, that they cannot accept the first of human needs for us either : THE RIGHT TO ACT WITH AGENCY.

Happy Sunday, darlings. Don't stop dancing.

DONUT

 

 

God playing with Bender again, it figures....