• Will AI Completely Replace Human Writers?

    Chatbots are already transforming writing. The writer’s strike in Hollywood was, in large part, a reaction to AI-generated writing. Novels can be written in days using AI and are being sold on Amazon. (Though Amazon is taking steps to reduce the number of AI-produced books sold). YouTube videos can be generated in minutes instead of…

  • Can AI Be Conscious and Could We Ever Know For Sure?

    The answer will depend largely on whether the materialists or the dualists are right. Is matter all there is, or is there something more? Are our brains just meat computers, or do we have a mind that is distinct from our brain? Before we talk about consciousness we should try to define it and ask…

  • Les: Hi August , welcome. Please introduce yourself, how long have you been writing, and what kind of books have you written?  August: I’ve been writing novels for about twelve years. I started when I was thirteen with a science fiction novel which became a trilogy. I published the series, actually. It’s called The Stardrift…

  • Wait! If you think your password is okay, then it probably isn’t. That’s even if you have followed the advice on choosing a good password. I’ve worked in IT for over 20 years, so I should know all about security, but I’ve been a victim of malware and credit card fraud. I’ve had my Facebook…

  • Meus Apparatus Dominus Meus

    (My Device – My Master) Short Story (Fiction): A nightmarish fog held Professor Nigel Price in its grip. What’s happening? I can’t think. Do I even remember who I am? — I’m Nigel; Nigel Price, I’m a professor of robotics at the Burton Heights Institute of Technology. Where am I?       He tried to open…

  • Les: Hi Andrew, welcome. Please introduce yourself, how long have you been writing, and what kind of books have you written? Andrew: Hi Les. Thanks for having me. I was born in Leicester, England. My parents are from Liverpool. I have lived in the US since the late 1960’s – mostly in the East –…

  • Because I’m Human

    “Hey Gavin, grab your Dad’s rifle” shouted Riley as he barged his way into the barn and slammed his backpack on the floor raising a small cloud of chaff and dust that rose in the shaft of light beaming through the open barn door. “I’ve got something for target practice.” Gavin, rose from a tattered…