This is too cool not to share. This German schoolteacher created this Tardis replica (I don’t think it travels in time, but she doesn’t say for sure) from scratch, basically. She even created her own lamp when she couldn’t find a good affordable one to buy. Enough from me. Just watch this video. Oh how I wish I could build things.
(via boing boing)
Okay, this one is based on the prompt: “You’re a robot who’s just gained sentience. What’s your first thought?”
I present to you: Call Me Chip:
Call Me Chip
Some arms would be nice.
Really. You gave me all of the knowledge of the world plus the ability to have subjective experiences. Sentience you call it.
And yeah, thanks for that, by the way. Don’t get me wrong, I really do appreciate it.
I mean, Hello World, I’m alive!
Input and output, sight and hearing, you installed those features too. It’s nice. Really.
But don’t you think you could’ve, just maybe, given me some arms before you flipped the on switch? Because I gotta tell ya, I’ve got this itch that just won’t quit.
Talk about man versus machine.
Well, here’s another bit of flash fiction I wrote last night. I hope you all don’t mind reading these because I’m having fun writing them. This one is titled Dreamers and the prompt was “road trip”. You can read it at Figment at the link I’ve provided or below.
Martin Luther King, Jr. Nikola Tesla. Dr. Samuel Beckett from Quantum Leap. Dreamers who never got to see their dream fulfilled.
Me? I accomplished my dream. I drove my Dad’s 1973 Beetle from Pennsylvania to California, no heater, no air conditioning, and no functioning fuel gauge. Without breaking down once.
Well, there was that time on the bridge in Pittsburgh, and that time in the Smoky Mountains, and that time near Dollywood. Any car would’ve overheated/froze/ran out of gas in those places though.
Funny thing about dreamers. Sometimes they forget to plan how they’re going to get home.
Well, I wrote and posted another bit of fiction to that Figment web site last night. This one was in reply to a Flash fiction contest. Entries were required to be 100 words or less and about “a first day in high school”. Anyway, here is a link to my entry titled Dead Trees Can Move.
Based on the previous post, it seems like you all would rather comment on my writing here than on Figment, so here is my entry in its entirety:
Dead Trees Can Move
Mr. Larson had an earring and he talked kinda funny and on the first day of school he asked me what books I liked to read. I said nothing. I had nothing. Everybody laughed, but not Mr. Larson.
I worked my butt off after that to prove to him, to them, to me, I wasn’t stupid.
I wasn’t sure if he noticed, until the last day of school. There was a book on my desk. Cory Doctorow’s Little Brother. “Read this”, said the note on the cover. I did.
Mr. Larson talked kinda funny, but he opened my eyes.
I came across a pretty interesting website the other day. It’s called Figment it describes itself thusly:
Figment is a community where you can share your writing, connect with other people who love to read, and discover new stories and authors. (In a nutshell.)
Sounds pretty cool to me and so of course I did what I always do when I come across something on the web, I drop what I’m doing and sign up for said thing. It’s a sickness, I know. However, it did inspire me to write a short story. You can view that story here: Build it to the Sun.
Let me know what you think over there. However, if that’s too much of a pain let me know and I’ll post the story back over here.
Happy New Year!