...and they sold it to the pentagon!
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Last post, I griped about not being able to afford a seat at the AI table — the training runs that cost more than a
There's this story we all know. Two kids in Los Altos, sometime in the mid-70s. One of them is soldering boards in
Every writer knows the cruel dance of inspiration, those brilliant, lightning-quick moments when a story materializes in the mind like a vivid hallucination, only
There’s a distinctive moment when riding a motorcycle through Virginia’s mountain roads, the instant when the engine’s rumble harmonizes with the
There's a kind of guy who figures he could live just about anywhere. No real roots, no soil under the fingernails, no
I'm not a novelist. Let me get that out of the way up front. By day I'm a cybersecurity engineer.