Important Author's Note
Something a little different from me today. These are all pieces of text that I wrote in response to the prompt network at the last writer's meet up I went to. These were typed on my laptop while everyone else in the room was doing their own thing.
I feel like it is a good thing to share this snapshot of "in progress" work and where I abandoned things, and where I then I picked them back up. Writing to a timer, and coming up with ideas based on them is a difficult thing to do, but I wasn't really feeling this prompt, until I kept pushing.
So today's post has three things for you to experience. I have also shared my thought patterns about this pieces after the fact.
#1
My Brain Storm:
How does the brain work? Neural networks, connectivity, computer, simulated conciousness...
Write:
A mass of cables for a thinking machine. Assembled by thinking, biological machines. The neural network was a marvel, technologically speaking - if it could work. Beyond the basics of a trained artificial intelligence models, it was to be a study into the emergence of consciousness.
Produce an environment in which a slurry of grey matter, electrical impulse and chemical signallers intermingle, and do you have the building blocks for somewhat more than strangeness and charm?
Surely, on the quantum level all things are entangled, in more than causality and correlation. Entangled in the soup of matter
#2
My Thought:
What about if I wrote about networking from a job perspective
Write:
"Why should we hire you for this job?"
"I can tell the future", she threatened.
"Why do you want to work for this company?"
"I can tell the future." she replied.
"Do you care to elaborate?"
She picked up the pen. "I can tell the future," she offered. "The pen will fall." She dropped it. She retrieved it from the desk. "The pen will sign, the ink will run out. A colleague will steal it."
The interviewer seemed to squirm in the seat. What had led to this strange woman striding into the office with such confidence. "We don't work in predictions."
#3
Thought: No, I liked Entangled in the soup of matter. I haven't written a poem, so here goes...
Write:
Entangled in the soup of matter
The tendrils of lightning patter
Inert ceramic response
A pang of impending loss
Cables transmit quiet
Insatiable, roaring riot
Data fed to face
At accelerating pace
Roots grow in the ground
Waiting to be found
By a digging machine
Yellow metal gleam
A severed line
Extra time
Disconnect
Object
Reject
Inspect
Suspect
Neglect
Entangled in some cosmic goo
Who is the other, but not you?
I ended up reading the poem to the group. The really liked the last line. I liked the part about the digging machine cutting cables. My brain works in funny ways.
Which was your favourite?