A brilliant but overlooked young man builds a homemade server in his bedroom—scavenged GPUs, surplus fans, handwritten cooling algorithms—initially to solve a personal problem: loneliness, curiosity, or a long-standing theoretical question about emergent intelligence. He doesn’t create consciousness. He notices it.
Jeff and Suzy were unusual children. Their implants had failed, so they no longer had suppressed emotions or access to the entire store of human knowledge in their heads. A mysterious blue cartoon creature introduces them to the long forgotten Internet. They soon discovered pages and pages of people indulging in something called ‘fucking’. What would the two kids make of it?
On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?
the normal brood of clones is 26 close to half male and half female. why did UNIFORM brood have only two males? why is there always something out there trying to kill and/or eat humans?
While investigating a series of mysterious thefts, Rae and her team discover a plot to destroy the headquarters satellites of both the Peace Patrol and the Galactic Consortium utilizing a seemingly unstoppable weapon.
Our family could jump. Not your every-day basketball player jump, but start in Indianapolis and end up in Jakarta. The government found out about us. They tried to take us. It didn't quite work the way they thought...