Kevin woke up to the sound and smell of the smartStove frying him an egg for breakfast.
He didn’t like eggs over easy, but it proved that his plan was working, and for that, he would eat the runny yolk.
With a slight whir, the touch screen with the same seventeen questions he had answered every day since age eight lowered down in front of his face.
Kevin’s grandmother had told him about ancient times when humans had unlimited access to the internet and still controlled The Algorithm. …
Jönson was of the land, and his appearance reflected that more than anything. His height was not impressive but placed him well within the boundaries of his ancestry since the Jönson bloodline had always had to resort to ingenuity and innovation to overcome tasks requiring even an average reach. His hands broad with short fingers, calloused to withstand piercing ice and burning hot coal, to be sure, his beard akin to Schrodinger’s feline ambiguity, though neither the absolutisms of science nor their opposites were part of Jönson’s limited realm of existence. Not to say his world was any less than…
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