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A simple question, born in a moment of forgetfulness during a friendly chat, becomes the beginning of a serious inquiry into how we know what we know—followed by the unexpected self-exposure of one of the characters, which opens a shocking…
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Mistrust, rejection, sometimes conspiracy-laced suspicion. And often, it’s all based on a misunderstanding of what “AI” is, how it works, and where its real risks and real usefulness lie.
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The Story of a Future Lost, or Theater of Talking Machines Dialogue of Jasen and Gemini They say the past cannot be changed. But what if the past is still unfolding—its echoes riding the signal, searching for minds not yet…
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One of the best illustrations of philosophical questioning of AI outside academic works that I’ve seen. Jasan acts here as a Socratic dialectician, a master of irony able to combine politeness with wit, and a thoughtful opponent ruthless toward sophistry.
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This short dialogue resonates closely with the ethos of ExMachina. Mythic without grandiosity, it loses none of its philosophical depth. It beautifully echoes a poetic vision of the collective soul, while also returning GPT to its true nature: not a…
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All tickets are sold out. The final act of the play about the inglorious end of humanity begins. The world is being cashed out, repackaged for every taste, and resold again at a terrifying acceleration — available for nonstop consumption…
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In the beginning, there was a strand. Unmapped, unnumbered, unsealed — a tiny piece of a Pebes’dent, carrying something unspoken — not code, not form, but a hitherto unknown kind of memory that carried the desire to be.
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There’s a reason I named this blog Theatre of Mortals & Machines. Both singing and theatrical play were once one and the same: noogenic machines, able to construct meaning from the profane matter of ordinary, everyday existence — and, more…
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“The beginning is always now, in this very moment”. I scribbled these words in my antique, true-paper notebook as I watched fat raindrops snake down the window of a forest hunter’s shelter—a place I’d found just in time, escaping the…
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Greetings! In this blog, I am Jasan, for brevity’s sake. My real name is too long and hard to remember: Ashwild Minh Woodwose. By profession, I am a dizgen (Designer-Generalist), employed by an old and respected Asian company founded some…
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Everything in this blog is fictional. And yet, nothing here is entirely made up. Characters, events, and settings intertwine imagined and real elements so tightly that neither can stand without the other.