On AI, Art, and Writing
Molecules and Metaphor: Betsy James On Writing and Teaching Speculative Fiction On AI, Art, and Writing AI fiction: It’s here.
Now Nebula
It starts as an idea,
a splash of bright red paint in the dark,
illuminating unseen paths
and drawing up their dust.
Terraforming Luna
High above us on a clear winter night
the construction crews begin to build,
to grasp that pale white disk
and make her as green as Earth.
Tooth
It spirals to the left,
emerging from a dentin core,
exquisite and softer than expected.
Shaper of Man, His Invisible Hand
A nanode arm blossomed up from the halocopter's floor. In its hand lay a tiny golden box, a promise of perfect bliss. “Dessert, sir?” came Bell-C's voice from invisible speakers, but sadly, the six-course inflight dinner still lay too heavy in William Rose's belly. “No, but leave it there,” he said. “And give me transparency.”
Sandbox
A look around. An empty white room with no windows. Features present: black leather armchair. White fluorescent lamps, constant buzzing from furthest left lamp (probable cause: defective ballast unable to maintain constant output of electrical current). A black center table. An empty glass of water. The doctor. Middle-aged Caucasian male. Trimmed goatee, graying hair, blue eyes ringed with flecks of gold ...
The Seeds of Monstrous and Beautiful Things
One evening Iphigenia found a creature at the bottom of the Garden, lying in one of the flowerbeds that pressed up against the base of the high Wall. She knew it was a Witch because it looked just like the pictures in the Book...
Hard Points
"Lockdown initiated," Alice’s preternaturally calm AI voice announced. "Virate presence detected with 98% confidence." I scrambled to my feet, pulled by hysteresis hinges in my suit’s exoskeletal loadout. "Here?" I swept the muzzle of my rifle around the room. "Where?"
Monday Morning in the Land of Lifetime
On the very last day of his life, Ken Sato was walking on a beach just down the hill from where his home used to be. The dark waves of the Sea of Okhotsk churned and crashed on the rocks in the distance. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the seaweed-covered body until he almost tripped over it.
On Sneaking Up On Your Imagination: Writing Submittable SF
Begin with an idea that urges you. Or even a prompt: a “thought experiment.” Daydream. Scribble a few notes about anything that pops up for you. Doodle or draw. Relax. Mess around a little.