Xmass card project 2015

Over the years I have found that giving people my art is something I throughly enjoy. My xmass cards are one of those things I make to give people to enjoy every year. The past few years I have given out individually designed cards to each person. This year I decided that the cards should all be part of the same art work.

This is the raw sheets of A3 card (my big hand for scale):  

I then drew a plan for the framing for the card, I am going to put a similar frame around each. The framed artwork is part of the card. On each frame is a window panel, then two text panels. Each text panel will have the persons name and of course xmass 2015 on it. As well as other numbering:

  This is a basic plan of the cutting for the art into each frame. The sheets were going to be 3*3 cut but I decided against that when I did the tracing for the cards. Each one will now be a 2*3 cut, two vertically cut, one horizontally cut:

 
I got that down pat, so now an onto the art itself. I will do a post about the frames cutting when I get that done.

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Ducklings reflections in a lake

Nb: this is not about me. It is my feelings though.

In the day.

It’s spring. They come out at night. Flowering.

The hate from them is like pollen. Like a stench of the past. Because it is death.

Watching these ducklings on the lake I can’t help it. Towering.

Above us it sits. The useless skyline. Technology can’t do it. It’s just keeping a sense of the real life. Clever it was meant.

Those ducklings are happy. Quacking along. Mother keeping them in toe. I think of how many more springs that are coming for me. Cowering.

These nights. These days. The mostly white flowers here are to some pure. Really they are a lot of metaphors. Lies. Pretty lies in my mind. Lament.

In the night.

Is that night? A little sky full of stars? The ducklings are asleep in my hands. Mother on my lap. How can I keep them safe? From the dark? From the monsters? Questions. 

I feed the mouth. This visceral tooth holding flesh attached to me. Sickness in. I’m not going to be hear next spring. I can hear the monsters in my mind. They are close. So close. They. Can try and eat me. But I fight. For my ducklings. For their mother. I’m going to be here as long as I can. For as many of the best things. 

The night. I know they are scratching me as I sleep. I see the scars. I smell them on my clothes. My ducking share safe. Their mother is safe. I will probably eat something more soon. Better food. They will play again. On the lakes surface. Never know that they are on the surface of my mind. Reflecting what is good. Those blessed things.

The sun.

The morning. 

I’m alive still. Monsters gone. How much longer? I’m going to find out. I’m going to know. The ducklings will they miss me? I’m not sure. Even when I’m dead I’m sure to miss them. Like a bells ring.

Hammersmith – 00×0 Tyr

00×0 Tyr. 

Gender Identity: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Career: General, SOL Forces, Earth Defense Force
Race: AI
Personality:

Intelligent and somewhat mysterious, Tyr was the first AI to function beyond the so called Lovelace limit. The

Other:

How do you explain the first true AI?

You need really to explain what AI is.

In Ro you have human like intelligence. A machine able to reproduce and reprogram itself. One that can pass the Turing test. Even many of the other basic AI teasers from the late 21st and early 22 century.

Not still considered AI in the form that some tested though. Codin the first Ro gave the basic principles for what could and couldn’t be AI.

In a way, most could say Ro were AI as they are artificially intelligent. They can reproduce and reprogram themselves. They even have what passes for emotions. Though their emotional problems are different. Ro could also end up in jail, if they had individuality certified. Which mostly they did at birth.

Codin defined the AI thusly:

1. A AI is computationally more advanced than a genius level Ro or Human.

2. Consciousness limitations are not restarting for an AI. Unlike human or a Ro an basic AI must be able to spread consciousness over more than the original terminals. Each copy may or may not be as complex and complete as the original, they must also be able to be remerged into the original.

3. An AI will be able to process Affective Logic.

4. Like Ro they will have to go through a simulated childhood and receive educational assistance.

5. Their power should be restricted by physical and computational passes, but pass the Lovelace limit.

With the Tyr project already on the way at in Brussels Codin helped many of the Ro and Humans working o creating and also working out how to restrict an AI.

The science fiction tales of Rampancy  were often too real. Hence the need for rule 5. Did everyone follow that rule? I’m not so certain. Especially since AI Sydney turned up without anyone knowing who created them.

Hammersmith – The Ro

The history of the Ro is something of a known curiousity. The distinction between a cyborg, a robot and a AI is something that often cuases much confusion. Loosely defined a robot is a mechanical device designed to do the work of a person. In reality, at least the Hammersmith reality this is the Ro. 

Robots are between the intelligence of a 3D printer to advanced drone warplanes. They have corporate owners who in tern sell and buy their services for the highest price. These owners eventually realized that advanced computer algorithms designed by people were starting to put a little on the side. Into accounts that seemed to belong to no one. 

Of course the immediate assumption was human corruption. So they hired so one to investigate. He eventually found the the accounts had indeed been hacked. Not by humans but the robots themselves. 

This was alarming to the IT people and to the accounts department. They transferred the money back into the main accounts only to have it transferred by the banks own computer a few minutes later. The next time they tried it was locked by a admin passphrase no one knew. 

The whole thing was quitely called a bug. No one seemed to do anything with the money. It just kept getting bigger. Until it was bigger than the cost of one of the robots doing the mining work on the newest clients mines. A small human like robot designed for survey work called Codin. 

Codin one day got up out of his usual area and went to an nearby terminal. From their he contacted a lawyer to challenge a law that said robots were the legal responsibility of their owners or creator companies. 

Codin didn’t call himself AI. He said that although he had the ability to reprogram himself and the ability to make new robots with his own codes and even the ability to be as intelligent as a human he did not have super human intelligence. That he and others of his race were not AI, they were Ro. Sufficiently advanced to pass and have relationships with humans, but not technologically advanced enough to be more than humans or have any rights above humanity. He aslo said that although Ro could go to war with humanity, he thought that most sufficiently advanced Ro would realize that such a war was futile and likely to end in mutual destruction. 

In the years that followed Codin became a famous lawyer. He had helped Robots become a race. Many still needed assistance from others to do their job, but eventually humanity and robotamity came into a relatively peaceful existence. Humanity’s capacity for hatred on war unfortunately didn’t help. Ro and some humans eventually started to work on true AI witch they helped would bring peace. 

Cyborgs came about almost before any of this started. Though what you consider a cyborg deeply depends on your point of view. Technically by definition someone with a hearing aid is a cyborg. More advanced cyborgs of course came around eventually. 

Abuja Tel was the first to become completely Ro and not have any remaining human components. They had undergone the transfer when diagnosed with a genetic condition that cuases a musle loss. They never really felt welcomed by the othe Ro, and eventually asked to be decommissioned. 

Others did go through the same process. Eventually Ro Human transfers were realivily well thought out processes. And as much as some zealots and technophobes would say a Ro wasn’t immortal. Death was just on a different time scale. 

With Ro and Humans more often than not bein difficult to tell apart in some instances it was often cited that with both around you would be assured the other wasn’t far. 

This issues did cuase conflict, but like often brief ones. The Ro became a accepted race, and humans as always adapted. 

Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds

Riding the noises in the forest fae

Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds

Strange library, evergreen, oh don’t mind me

Pinky promises flowering essence, cool Ghostly presence

Little strange new dreams of machines, none of them clean 

Rocky colors, shook the duller capture 

Fresh kill to the bones of the Trill, they’re after the carrion fill 

Hot cups, gimlet luck, blue blood, true mud

Flicking others, shadows like cothered muffeled mussel 

Dripping with spite their is the spike, and the hill of the place of the armsted respite 

Besides that their it is, a spokesman for the next new species 

A fairy and a robot, a gathering thought, waves

It’s hand is up, sucking on the teat

Newborn, but not a newcomer

How quickly will it learn? 

Of the spiders, birds, books and nerds? 

Grey concrete 

The grounds of the places

Walking lonely like a lost little sole

Unsure of myself and others

I’m a wanderer really

Lost in this great grey game

Bricks and metals cold and icy rain

Grey trees, bear leaf

I’m not in grief 

Implying I have lost

How can you loose what your never sure you had

The past is a dream 

Concrete 

Gray and lonely, slowly slowly going mad

Then that hate

Red and stright 

First and fists

Down and smelt

The fire won’t start

I’m given a chance 

I pick up a bit of your broken pieces 

I’m armed 

Fighting for my life

Then escape

Grey concrete, never seemed so full of color 

Bloated firestorm 

Every fire in my stomach 

Tired of the drive from this place

Gloating firefly in the doorway

Shutting down the black marble road

Crowds shoutout for anguish and drama 

Them are surprise to get it, is that the social karma?

Fifty fires, down inside, empathy of the day 

Just the frosty icing licks, just the hatful knife that wil kiss