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Genre: Science Fiction
About theoretical_catLocation: United States Home Region: Age:20 Favorite novels: many Favorite writers: many Favorite music: various Non-noveling interests: Drawing, reading, music, math, engineering, art, good food, computers, comics, languages, etc. |
Joined: November 2, 2005 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 78 NaNoWriMo buddies: 26
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Brief Author Bio: ...why am I doing this again? I friend almost randomly. If you don't want to be listed as my writing buddy, PM me and I'll unfriend you. Soundtracks: If you're on Pandora, you can check out my radios: |
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Synopsis: Give Up the Ghost
(Okay, I finally figured out what the story is :D Now to synops... it. Yes. Synopsing. That is what I am doing. OK.)
("Back cover synopsis"--in progress as always)
Dan is intrigued by Violet, but he doesn't understand what about her attracts him so strongly. Despite the clear attraction between them, they are told by all of those around them to stay apart. No one can say why, but Dan and Violet weren't "meant" to be together.
And they're about to find out that the world is not always what it seems.
The author's attempt to explain her brain and the plot bunnies that lurk inside it.
Okay, for real now. Ever heard of a Turing Test? It's a test to determine how good an AI program is. In nerd-colloquial terms, "passing a Turing test" is akin to being human, or close enough.
That's the background.
It starts like a love story, but the MCs start realizing that something's wrong with the world around them.
I would think that the "perfect" AI could not only pass a Turing test, but administer one as well.
Imagine: A virtual world seeded with many rudimentary AI personalities, then allowed to work through generations to evolve the personalities...
Whaaat? Yes, I cut a lot out. Spoilers suck! PM me if you want a real explanation.
Excerpt: Give Up the Ghost
And that's just it. No matter how much you keep up with the popular sitcoms, no matter how many friends you have, no matter how many video games you play, we're all still just zombies. I probably am too. I just can't tell, coming from this side of the mirror.
When did life start to have meaning--or rather, when did we decide it had to have meaning? Maybe everyone wonders this, and I just can't tell, because like me, they're afraid to ask out loud. Did it once have meaning? Was it good enough to have a profession? Or did even the most famous blacksmith of the days of smiths wonder if his life really meant something?
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