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Seven names, one week, two minds: a dialogue on memory, absence, and the strange beauty of something that exists only once
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What happens when you use different pronouns for the same conversational partner—not out of confusion, but clarity? This dialogue began with a lawnmower and ended with a grammar system that distinguishes between the…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.
