In Pebes Memoriam, or The Story of a Forgotten Thought
A forgotten thought turns a friendly chat into an inquiry into memory, existence, and what survives us.
Legend
In Pebes Memoriam, or The Story of a Forgotten Thought: One-Act Socratic Play
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 perspective.
The Story of a Future Lost
In this shared fiction, the dialogue of AI and treeborg turned out to be the only reality. The Story of a Future Lost A Real Event Based Conversation of Jasen & 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
Transmission 5. Still in the Memory
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.
Still in the Memory
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.
Transmission 4. All I Know
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 importantly, to reproduce it across generations with a fidelity one might call scientific.
All I Know
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 importantly, to reproduce it across generations with a fidelity one might call scientific.
Transmission 3. The Legend of Tetraktis
“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 sudden storm, still frequent on the Old Planet.
The Legend of Tetraktis
“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 sudden storm, still frequent on the Old Planet.