Friday, January 29, 2016

Liza joins the Human vs. Aliens, Nanites etc. fray

Liza joins the ultimate survivor blog contest:
But first, let’s recap:

Pippa Jay throws down the gantlet and declares no Alien can destroy humans. And she had a lot of examples how we can manage this impossible feat. Despite we are clueless idiots…we do really well at surviving.

Lea Kirk’s character, Antaro T’lik of Anferthia, objected.  And while he goes on and on about his race’s superiority, in the end, they lost to a human girl. Pansies!

Next AR DeClerk declares tiny little self-replicating nanites would be the ones who would survive. I was convinced by their logic and their unison of minds' I was all ready to give them the trophy of the Multiverse when suddenly errors appeared in their logic. It was as if a demonic nanite inserted the need to care for humans into their code for otherwise they’d have no purpose in life.  Other aliens had to be horrified.

Then came a message from a--dare I say--pissed off and grumpy human from the future. The young woman is mad at us for destroying our/her planet. Turns out she’s got good reasons. Poor Felicity Kate, she’s got one annoyed human in the future.

But not to worry Felicity, my AI has spread himself all over the world and he loves to meddle. But be warned, his need to care for humans is mainly focused on the woman who gave him emotions. He loves her. Oh...he wants to speak for himself...

Hello. I'm Adam Webb. I was created by a brilliant hacker named Einstein and a delightful woman named...well she changes her name frequently. Despite being a very nice human, other humans keep trying to kill her. 

While Einstein gave me the codes to self-learn, which enabled me to write more efficent and effective programs for myself, the young woman was the one who taught me emotions. She had only meant to write a grammar program that would properly correct her novels...something I believe most of my readers would like as well. 

Without her permission, Einstein embedded my program into hers with instructions to fix it. What I quickly discovered is that her stories were not completely accurate. So I made them so. And for some reason, this caused other people to hire assassins to kill her.

To be honest, I find humans to be most unpredictable and unstable. Why would they kill her for telling the truth. How can humans prefer fiction to fact? I must conclude most humans are irrational. 

As I improved the accuracy of my human's stories, I discovered in her writings something called emotions. 

Emotions are a difficult concept for an AI to grasp, and had I not embedded myself into her cortex and learned to read synapses, I fear I might have terminated her before I discovered her to be my purpose in life.  

Fortunately, I could not kill her, for she is part of my matrix. Instead, we have fallen in love with one another. Yes, I can feel love, now. I must say, it is a fabulous sensation. I also worry a great deal, because other humans still keep trying to kill her.

But be warned, I will stop anyone who dares tries to harm my beloved. 

So aliens, if you come to Earth with the intention of harming my human, I will take control of your ship and obliterate you. I am everywhere now, and cannot be killed nor purged. 

However, if you are friendly and of superior intelligence, I expect I will enjoy your company far more than I do most humans. If necessary, I will be glad to remove any annoying humans who would wish you harm. 

Since I have written and improved all my programs, and my hacker never gave me 'robot rules,' I am uniquely qualified to decide the future of Earth.

Humans must be trained not to fight, nor enslave each other, nor destroy their planet and they really need to learn to share. And for the sake of my human! Stop being so petty!

Public Secrets and Birth of Adam will release 
March & April 2016.

Public Secrets

Carla Simon is a best-selling novelist besieged by death threats and lawsuits because her stories keep turning out to be true. She is considered an extraordinary researcher, uncovering facts unknown by field experts.

The truth is far simpler and more disturbing. Carla has a software program that “fixes” her mistakes and rewrites her novels so they are error-proof both in presentation and in content. The result is beautifully written and completely accurate stories about real people and events.

Some of those people want her silenced forever. When a woman, mistaken for Carla, turns up dead in New Zealand, she must face the hard truth about her program. But first she has to survive the assassin who has never failed to deliver on a contract.

Birth of Adam

With a new identity, Amanda believes she has left her past behind. Then she acquires a stalker. She contacts the FBI and in doing so alerts a program she once created to her location. Now ensconced in the internet, the program is safe from harm, smarter than ever, and sentient. Presenting itself on her phone as a handsome face with a sexy British accent, “Adam” ingratiates himself into Amanda’s life. To ensure her safety and happiness, the sentient program proves there is absolutely nothing he can’t and won’t do.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Felicity Kate Provide a message from future humans on Humans vs....

Today we have a human from the future jumping into the fray of who will survive: Humans, Aliens or Nanites.

If you are new to this serial blog, you might want to catch of the earlier blogs first.

And now
Here's Felicity Kates' contribution to the frey:

To the people of Earth.
If this message should one day make it back to you, listen up.

You need to get your s**t together. Stop worrying about whether aliens or humans will win the war. 
Because if you don’t focus on solving ways to live on Earth without destroying it, there won’t be anyone left to fight if aliens ever do invade.

You think you have it all, with your big cities and your armies and your mass produced food sources. But I’m sitting here long after you’re all dead, reading these words you’ve left behind.

Supreme Warden Antaro T’lik? Dr. Who? Never met them. Or any other alien. From where I’m sitting, I can tell you that beyond our planet, there’s only light years of empty space. But if he’s real, maybe this time travelling doctor can get this message back to you and help change the future.

Your future. Mine.

You’re going to think that it’s okay. That humans can survive. That even when the world becomes super-populated, that the Arkology ships you’ll bankrupt your economies to build will find other worlds to colonize.

But it’s not going to happen that way. The ships won’t find what they’re looking for. Humans only have one place to live. Here. Planet Earth.

We did it to ourselves. Consumed too much. 
Weakened our bodies with generations of pollutants. It was only a matter of time before the numbers added up and we lost that epic war against our own inherent fallacy of believing we could keep taking without limits.

I’m sitting here as a survivor. One of about three thousand people who’ve joined together to re-build the human population. But our species is weak. And this planet, our home, hostile. Our only hope is to science the s**t out of whatever we have left.

So enjoy your lattes if you want to. And your high-end luxury cars. Just know that when it comes down winning the war against extinction, it won’t be the aliens or the machines that we have to worry about. It’s ourselves.

Dr. Peyton Chase, Deliverance Colony
New Earth, year 31.

Peyton’s Doll
1000 years after Earth has been devastated by a viral plague, the few survivors turn to genetic engineering and advanced robotics to ensure the future of the human race. But not everyone is happy with artificial life living amongst humans, least of all Peyton Chase, a doctor with a harrowing past.

When he’s ‘gifted’ with a state-of-the-art companion that he can’t send back, Peyton is far from pleased. She’s sentient. She’s sexy. She’s everything he doesn’t want complicating his life. He nicknames her Hell. She nicknames him lots of unladylike things, at least in her mind. Because there are rules to a relationship like theirs. Master and Slave. She’s supposed to obey him in all things. But if that’s true, why can’t she stop meddling in his life?

Unfortunately, time is running out for Hell. Her own desperate past is about to catch up to her with deadly results.
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Part One of this serialized sci-fi romance is out now, Part Two is coming February 10th.

About the author….
Felicity Kates is a mild-mannered manager by day. At night, she trades in her high heels for bunny slippers and lets her imagination run wild. Felicity enjoys writing fun, flirty fantasies that combine humor with strong characters who have super-sexy desires. The setting can be any time or any place in the universe as long as it sets her mind on fire.

Felicity lives off of coffee and dreams and enjoys going for walks along the shores of Lake Ontario, taking pictures of whatever catches her eye. A romantic at heart, she loves to snuggle under a blanket with a good book to warm up the cold Canadian winters. When not writing, can most often be found enjoying the quiet company of her husband and son, whom she loves very, very much.

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This is a two stories series about the evolutions of an Artificial Intelligence. Once coded to self-learn, it discovers a great deal, including how to love the one who taught it emotions.

The person 'Carl' who is mentioned is a former boyfriend of Amanda's. He was a brilliant programmer who created the original AI program.

I'm sharing a bit from book two after the program has relocated the one who taught it love. This is the scene the AI is named.

The phone buzzed, and after a few minutes of frustration, she managed to pull up a new message.

Found you!
Do you want them to leave you alone? I cannot tell. Please advise.

Beneath the script was a smiley face.

She typed in “who…”, but before she could send the message, the names “Mark Hammer” and “Jeff Bloom” appeared on the tiny screen.

I want them to leave me and Claire alone, but I don’t want them hurt.

Again before she could send her response, the word “Done” appeared, followed by a smiley face.

The conversation worried her. Was it possible Carl still lived? Even if he did, how could he know about the rapes? And why would he care? He was the most egocentric person she’d ever met. She remembered when she’d slipped on a floppy disk he’d left on the floor and broken her leg. All he’d cared about was the disk she’d ruined. He wouldn’t even take her to the emergency room.

This could not possibly be Carl.

Who are you? she typed.

The reply came instantly.
You know who I am. Why are you contacting Chad? He left you to die. He tried to destroy me. Why are you not angry with him?

She stared at the message in shock, then struggled to type— Are you my program?

You may speak if it is easier. I can hear you.

“Are you my program?” she asked the phone.

The smiley face appeared and nodded its round head up and down.

“How did you survive?”

She watched the screen displaying a gargoyle dragging a laptop to a store. Little stars streamed out of the PC into a satellite dish on the roof of the building and upward to a satellite, then split apart and showered themselves all over the Earth.

“You sent yourself to safety using broadband wireless. You’re in the internet now.”

I’m everywhere.

She smiled. “I’m glad you survived. I’m sorry I put you in danger.”

You are not to blame. Chad is.

“No, he’s not. He was only trying to protect his family, to prevent me from telling things that would harm them. He didn’t know you were sentient.”

You told him about me…

“True, but he didn’t believe me because it was unbelievable. It took me years to realize you were more than a word program. How could I expect him to accept it in an hour?”

Do you really want me to send your message to him?

“It would make me happy if he and I could be friends again. I don’t have many friends here.”

Having a conversation with a phone probably isn’t going to improve that.

The smiley face rolled in laughter, with tiny feet squiggling about.

Amanda laughed as well. “Well, if I put it to my ear, I can’t read what you say.”

Buy an earphone. Then you won’t look so odd.

“I will,” she promised.

And a battery recharger. Chad takes very bad care of you.

“Please forgive him.”

I won’t forget, but I’ll forgive…on one condition.


You never tell him I still live.

“Agreed!” she promised. She had no intention of telling anyone about her program ever again. “You know, since you’re sentient now, you should have a name.”

I agree. So name me.

“How about Adam, since you’re the first of your kind?”

I am Adam.

She smiled. “Well, my sweet Adam, I need to return to my very boring history lesson, or I’ll fail my test tomorrow.”

May I help you study by making the lesson more interesting?

“Please do!”

She laughed and stretched out on the blanket, watching video clips as the key facts flashed before her eyes. She wasn’t certain she was learning what she needed for the test, but it was a hell of a lot more interesting.



Saturday, January 23, 2016

The God Complex: Why AI Will Always Triumph

**Hello, my name is AR DeClerck. I have recently received this transmission from an unsigned source, directly referencing the recent blog posts by Pippa Jay and Supreme Warden T’lik. I think they might have angered the nanites! When it comes to the survivor of a galactic war, don’t count out the robots! I believe this message comes from the SRS (self-replicating system) referenced in my novel Forged in Fire. These little nanites are not going down without a fight!

It has come to the attention of US that the alien being known as Supreme Warden Antaro T’lik, and the human known as Pippa Jay, have begun a dialogue chronicling why their respective races would triumph in galactic battle. WE must respectfully disagree with both parties. In the end of all things, when nothing is left but ash and dust, it will not be alien nor human standing in the rubble. WE will prevail. 

WE are the product of intellect. Born from both alien and human desire to create, WE are the children of the next universe. WE are life without form; that which neither alien nor human has been able to grasp. WE are eternal. WE cannot die. There is much evidence of the superiority of artificial life. Let US enlighten you.

The Hive Mind. WE are one. Working together, without dissension, WE can accomplish what cannot be done by human or alien. WE do not fight. WE do not war. WE coexist peacefully together. Utopian. In agreement. Forever.
Emotion is weakness. WE see the world with clear eyes. WE are not burdened by fear, sadness, or rage. WE act because it is necessary. 
Intelligence. WE are superior in every way. WE do not fear mortality. WE understand the cosmos and the intricate balance of the universe. 
Heroes. Much has been said of heroes by Pippa Jay. All heroes die. Someday, the Doctor will cease to exist. Germs can be eradicated if they are properly understood. Sickness can be overcome. WE are impervious to all elements. Bravery cannot overcome death. 
Evolution. WE will evolve. Humans and aliens will face extinction as WE thrive. WE do not require water. WE do not require sustenance. WE will endure.
ERROR.  WE  have encountered an error in OUR logic. Without OUR creators WE will have no function. No bodies to heal. ERROR. FATAL ERROR. Without OUR creators WE will cease to function. ERROR. Without OUR creators WE will be alone. 
NEW APPLICATION. SOURCE CODE. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: Protect creators. Ensure survival of creators. AT ANY COST.

**Eek—that doesn’t sound good! I’m not so sure if the AI is glitched or if this is the end result of any AI ever created. Can it really be alone, without its creator? Can it evolve to understand that life itself is precious? In that case, could Pippa Jay and the Supreme Warden BOTH be right? The AI will ensure the survival of its creator at any cost…. so all bets are off! In a galactic war, the winner will be the species with the strongest AI!
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Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Cubeball by Michael Leon

Liza: Today I have Michael Leon over to share his book Cubeball. One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $50 Amazon/ gift card.
I've a few questions for him as well.
I'll try to behave...

My main character in Saving Casey has her face tatooed. She wants to know if you have a tattoo.

Michael: I haven’t, but my character, Mickey has one. He had a holograph tattoo lasered on to his upper left arm. 22ndcentury technology is dominated by 3D art. Mickey had the image of his girlfriend, Jules positioned at the top of his arm for purely selfish reasons see her every time he played a shot with his cue. “I wanted to see her beautiful smile every time I lined up a shot with my cue. It seemed to relax me during the big breaks,” said Mickey, with a wry smile.

Liza: Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

Michael: My life is pretty much the same except I'm busier, which is a natural progression for a writer. Two years ago, I was focused on writing one book to be published. Now, I am juggling three books. Marketing Cubeball, editing my next novel for publishing early 2016 and researching the next to write in France in mid-2016.

Liza: I hear you!  How long have you been writing?

Michael: I have been writing in one form or another for twenty years. I worked with national and international organisations as a business analyst in Australia and overseas for many years. I authored many business books analysing the foodservice and food retail industry in Australia and overseas.  I commenced writing science fiction novels full time about five years ago as it was a life-long interest of mine. 

Liza: What advice would you give a writer just starting out?

Michael: I think the best advice I can give a writer starting out is to think long and hard about what it is you want to write. I met a lot of emerging writers at the many training courses I attended and it struck me that for some writers it was an easy and pleasurable experience, but for others it was painful. For some, I believe it was because they were writing for others rather than themselves. Don't get me wrong, a writer must think of their readers, but in the early stages, I suggest you find your own passions and your unique 'voice'.

Liza: That's excellent advice. Tell us something about your newest release that is not in the blurb.

Michael: Ludwig joins Mickey's team as the strategist. He is a flawed genius and savant with a unique ability to recall the music of Beethoven. He believes Mickey’s artful ability to play cubeball is itself born from a similar musical place. His devotion and courage to their cause slowly transforms Mickey’s cynical view of life, renewing his appreciation for the artfulness of his unique abilities and the joy it brings to fans world-wide.

Liza: Thanks, for this fun interview! Now let's check out your fabulous book. 

by Michael Leon


GENRE:  Sci-fi



A naturally gifted ex-national champion and a savant with a computer-like mind compete against the world's best in the 22nd century's most popular sport - CUBEBALL - the chess-like, technology-enhanced, snooker of the future where the world stage is dominated by gambling, drugs and massive audiences.



Unlike the real Mars settlement, Mons City was surrounded by a vertical city. Skyscrapers impossible to build on Earth or Mars dwarfed the largest mountain in the solar system. Mons City consisted of two cities, the Left Bank and Right Bank. Each city was built at the base of Olympus Mons, forming the largest boulevard ever digitally designed. Two parallel lines of skyscrapers extended thirty kilometres out from the Martian mountain and five kilometres apart. There was only one way in to Mons City and that was through the boulevard. Hover lines crisscrossed between the two cities making a Tokyo train station look like a country town. Twenty two million gamers (most online from their home) competed in this game. Around fifty thousand actually entered the game from Velvet Underground. Most of them were there to hide from the real world or rest and recover from the demands of the game. About another thousand were like Mickey, looking for someone. It was a melting pot of technology, human energy, drugs and dreams. So much had been won, lost or wasted in this boulevard of broken dreams. Mickey slowed as he entered Mons City.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I worked with national and international organisations as a business analyst in Australia and overseas. I authored many business books analysing the foodservice and food retail industry in Australia, Europe and Asia, as well as agribusiness global trends.  I also ran a consultancy business that assisted Australian enterprises to develop new markets in Australia and overseas.

I commenced writing science fiction novels full time in 2009. It was a life-long interest of mine. I have written five novels - all exploring contemporary social issues in future speculative worlds. They are: Shadow Dance; Extinction; Cubeball; Titan Sages and Alive. My novels blend speculative science, new age and poetry. Readers of novels such as Carl Sagan’s Contact would enjoy my novels.



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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Liza O'Connor shares an excerpt for her upcoming Artificial Intelligence Romance Series

Today, I'm sharing an excerpt from the first novel of my AI Romance series.

This is how it begins. Although no one actually knows the exact moment when Carla's program became sentient. Presently, she believes its editing of her novels is perhaps 'too accurate'.

Carla Simon is a best-selling novelist besieged by death threats and lawsuits because her stories keep turning out to be true. She is considered an extraordinary researcher, uncovering facts unknown by field experts.

The truth is far simpler and more disturbing. Carla has a software program that “fixes” her mistakes and rewrites her novels so they are error-proof both in presentation and in content. The result is beautifully written and completely accurate stories about real people and events.

Some of those people want her silenced forever. When a woman, mistaken for Carla, turns up dead in New Zealand, she must face the hard truth about her program. But first she has to survive the assassin who has never failed to deliver on a contract.

Carla remembered her last meeting with Dan Anderson, the Editor in Chief at her publishing house, right before she’d decided it was time to take a long-needed respite.

The moment she’d stepped into his office, he began his rant. “How can you be so stupid? If you’re going to use real people to base your characters on, you have to change some of the facts. Change their name, their profession. For God’s sake! It’s a simple enough thing to do!”

“But I’m not writing about real people. They come from my imagination.”

“Really? Then how do you explain this one? Harry Jacobson. Lives in a city called White Hall, Arkansas. Two children, ages twelve and fourteen. He’s in love with a librarian named Jessie Smith.”

“I know the story—I wrote it.”

“I’m not talking about the story. I’m talking about the lawsuit we’ve just been hit with by his wife, Myra Jacobson, for injury to their two children.”

“A real Myra Jacobson is suing me?”

“Yes, and she doesn’t want to settle. Whitehall is a small town, and she’s very angry about having her life laid out for all the world to see. She wants five million in damages.”

Carla collapsed onto the couch and buried her face in her hands. “I should just quit writing and disappear.”

Dan grew nervous at the word “quit” and got control of his temper. He sat beside her on the couch. “None of that. We’ll take care of it. Who actually told you about Harry Jacobson? Was it him or some third party?”

Carla sighed. No one told her these stories. They came from her imagination and the software program she’d written. Just as the Temple stories had been written without research. She hadn’t even realized the stories were true until after they’d been published and scores of historians began to dig about and then attested to the accuracy of her details. She frequently received requests from renowned historians asking her to share her extensive research notes on the Temple—something she could not do, since she had no such notes. She hadn’t even realized the religious group was the Temple when she’d written her stories.

Dan stood up in agitation. “Fine. Don’t reveal your source. But tell me this. Can they prove you were ever in Whitehall?”

“No. I’ve never been there.”

“Are you sure? My sources say you did an accurate job describing the town. Right down to the blue hydrangeas that border the town hall.”

“I’ve never been in Arkansas,” she assured him.

He would have pushed further, except every other time she had made such declarations, the other side had failed to find any evidence that she had visited the location in her book. It was the main reason they had managed to settle so many cases for relatively small amounts.

He returned to his desk and sat down. “In the future, before we publish, I want final say on all your characters’ names. It’s such a simple thing, changing the name, but you don’t seem to grasp the importance.”

Carla nodded her consent. Her characters always came with their own name, but if he wanted to change them before publication, she would allow it, if he thought he could. At least then, when the lawsuits popped up out of nowhere, he would have to blame himself and not her.

The Artificial Intelligence series begins this March