The art of A.I. is the present not the future and I’m digging it. Especially sense it is affordable and a great tool I’m seeing the potential for the up and coming plans I have going for the blog this year.
Visual novel.
That is the aim I’m reaching for this year with the addition making the blog even more popping fun and an expansion of creative energy. I can’t wait and not just the visuals. I’m going to be accelerating toward the audio area as well.
Warm Regards
GuardianDogg
I wrestle with this idea. More so then ever in this year I’m coming into my forties though I’ve struggled with it all my life.
In my first 25 years the questions were two.
Who am I?
&
What am I good at?
In my 40th year and it’s down to one question.
How can I leverage my craft to gain freedom?
I wasted a lot of time on wondering who I was instead of acknowledging I already knew that by the time I was sixteen. So what was the hang up?
I was obsessed with my passions and not focused on finding and perfecting a craft.
Passion
A thing that feels good doing it that may or not yield the equal exchange of value for the time spent in the activity.
And Craft
I speak of craft in the meaning of a trade that your obsessed with perfecting that has a benefit of a exchange of resources or money or something of value.
Art is a subjective value. Craft has a defining or definitive value a needed valuable service or produced goods.
Some times passion or art can lead to an exchange of value. What is the leading factor for passion to be turned into high value exchange?
The fuck I know.
Maybe blind luck? You never know for sure because again passion or art is subjective value or if you can brain wash people into being addicted to a certain art or medium then you can have instant value because of the dopinmine effect.
Examples:
Social media
Music
The list goes on.
I’m NOT interested in being a poor artist that is obsessed with the art and potential for equal exchange for value. I have a craft that has earned me money on a consistent range for me to Allocate time to the mastering of it and growth in the value it gives others and can gain from it.
Fiction writing ain’t it. So why do it? For the fans of course. For people that say they like my shit or find a value in it and mainly for my own entertainment and for someone to steal elements for their own creations.
I am a realist. I’m not the best writer/blogger. It is what it is. I have a voice and a interest in entertaining others and myself. That’s the artist side me.
The craftsman or tradesman side of me is all about getting proof that what I’m doing holds value enough for people to pay for it. I got to pay bills and I got to position myself for now and my future self.
Conclusion: I would rather be great at my craft and entertaining enough for a like for my art.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Authority came to pick up the body and the stranger that Dad hired talked with them explaining what happened.
I didn’t feel righteous or good doing what I did I just felt more lost and no idea who sent the beer to Herold to have my Dad drink. There were no records in his place linking the transporter to any corporation a common no name runner had done the job.
I looked at the solo who finished talking to authority and wondered if…wow wait a minute. A man on cycle pulled up full armor and held with a sword on his back. He waved Over to the Solo that had been following me.
The Solo jogged over explained what happened to him. The warrior’s right arm was lightning kissed. I saw streams of lightning wrapped around his arm like large bands of rope or moving snakes.
I started to get up and start walking toward the them my eyes on the lightning kissed. He nodded at me before hoping on his bike and racing away. I smiled. It was him. I walked up to the Solo left.
“So. When did my father hire you and your partner as my bodyguards?” I asked tapping my visor and scanning his biological form.
He smiled. “You don’t even know my name. Your assuming shit. I told you-“
“Wait a sec. Oh here it comes. Hmm. I’m not getting a name only L A. Nothing else. That’s amazing. You must be one of the big boys that work for the kings. So you must have been hired my Dad. Okay L.A. What did my Dad hire you to do?”
L.A. smiled. “I’ll leave that for you to guess. You should get home President Sergio. My condolences about your Father. Stories about Mr. Sergio’s big nuts proceeds him in many circles. I don’t have cruiser. I’m dirt poor but I could boost you a ride if you need one.”
I hit my visor on the left side. “Daisy. Pick me up.” I said and turned up as my cruiser came down from the Sky-ways and parked on the corner beside me. I smiled Daisy opened the door opened for me. “Thank you Daisy.” I got in the cruiser ignoring the L.A.
“Manuel control activate.”
(Comfirmed.)
“Daisy. When’s my meeting?”
(Five hours and twenty-two minutes.)
I frowned. “Your acting funny. What are you not telling me?”
(President Sergio. Lawyer says no identification can be made on intruders that stole said property and several employees have dis-associated from the corporation.)
“Great. Anything else?”
(Chairman Sergio sent you flowers. They will arrive in a few hours at your apartment.)
I smiled. “Daisy. Where is Chairman Sergio located?”
(President Sergio’s detapad)
“How is that possible?”
(Chairman Sergio is not human.)
“What is he?”
(Redacted. Classified information. Authorized password required)
I frowned at my computer screen in the cruiser. “In other words. None of my business.”
(Acknowledged.)
“What did Dad promise you? A date or a upgrade.”
(Classified information. Password required.)
“Smart ass.”
Not much going on. Oh yeah there’s a super bowl Sunday happening in this side of the western clown world. Two teams are playing that nobody gives a fuck about and I find myself sighing for what if’s.
My personally real thoughts are The Raven’s aren’t playing so I don’t give a damn. The Baltimore’s Ravens best team in the fucking world. Oh I don’t give a damn about football in general but if the Baltimore Raven’s are winning and playin in the Super Bowl I give a dump truck of grade A shits. But, I find this season of the American grid Iron something to off. There is something strange in the air something…
Weird.
I’m at a different point in my life where I see the bullshit everywhere now. In movies, in the news and in the face of the decade that conveys every bit of contempt I have for the rulers of the west. They won’t stop. They set this face in front of me and it conveys the depths of what is clown world. This is the face of NFL Football.
What do I have against Taylor Swift? Nothing at all. Average looking, flat chest, no ass having chick with a good work effort. It’s the fuckers that keep reminding me about this chick I didn’t give a fuck about that are my problem. It is a personal hobby of mean to live my life ignoring shit I don’t give a fuck about. I realized later in life the beauty of admitting I don’t give a fuck about certain things but there are people in this life that do. More power to you but for me but please one day acknowledge the people that don’t give a fuck about your shit or at least leave us the fuck alone about your shit.
Warm Regards
GuardianDogg
Peaches
I reached for a piece finally after deciding on my next move only to have a e-zine tablet placed on the board between me and Cooper. The pieces scattered all over the board.
“You need to do something about your boy. He’s getting to many solo jobs on the black market.” Kai said.
I did a quick read of the e-zine black market digital news print of the taken jobs by Astros vs Cooper picked up the e-zine and flung it away. “Business is competitive by nature get used to it but your business is not my business so compet or fail.” I said without looking up and carefully arranged the pieces as they were. I had to pause because I began to second guess my next move.
“Yo. I-“
“Get the fuck out and stand in the hallway. I’ll be out in a minute.” Cooper said.
Kai quickly left without a word. I looked up to Cooper’s face. “Why does he keep wishing to involve me in his business life?”
Cooper sat back rubbing the back of his neck. “I-fuck I don’t anymore. He’s jealous of his older half-brother. Omarion is kicking ass as a solo.” He said with a little bit of pride in his voice.
“Mr. Astro is not connected to us. Kai shouldn’t feel jealous at all.” I said and rubbed my nose.
“Peaches. Omarion is your son.” Cooper said patiently.
“Yes. but that is only by a technical basis. I am his mother’s GEH model Bx396-“
“Peaches. Your his mother. Why do you keep avoiding talking about this?”
“because his life went to shit the day I approached him regarding this subject.” I said losing patience. I got out a cigar and lit it up and took a drag. “It was a weak moment for me. I-I hadn’t seen him in years and I-I just wanted to see him again. It was greedy of me but I couldn’t resist the impulse any longer.”
Cooper nodded. “Your a mother.”
I shook my head. “You have got to talk Kai out of competing with Mr. Astro.”
Cooper stared at me. “Your Afraid Astro will crush Kai?”
I got up and paced the library floor. “I didn’t say that. Ka should compet with Kai and the others.”
“What about Kang? What’s your prediction between can Kai compet with Kang?”
“No. No. Just his other brothers. Kang is much to-” I froze. I looked back at him. “What are you doing?”
Cooper stared at me. “Kang and Omarion-“
“-Go their own ways. Cooper what are you doing? Did something happen?”
“I’ve been promoted with the extra property, rank and the number of children I’ve got. I’m a small king now.”
I stared at him. “Congratulations. Your five years ahead of schedule. What does this have to do with Kang and Mr. Astro?”
“I have to have a offical heir of the pack. You have any suggestions? What is your Analysis between Omarion and Kang?”
“Out of the two Kang is the most realistic choice. Kang has charestics that suit your style of leadership the pack is most…wait.” I said automatically and then shook my head. “Stop doing that.”
Cooper snorted and stood up. “I’ll be back. Gets some reading done while I’m gone and think about your next move.”
Largo
Largo. Do you a have lock on your target? Copy.
I grimanced put a hand over my mouth. “Target located. I’m following her to the location now. Copy. Hang tight.” I said and continued tailing the target. What the hell was she doing in the red district at 2 in the morning.
I followed her a distance until she got to the small hide away bar sandwiched between a bike store and somebody’s place.
I waited a bit as she went inside and got settled inside then I approuched the place and opened the door and took in the place. President Sergio ignored me as she stared at the bartender who looked uneasy up at her smiling nervously.
“Herold. Can I please have a cold Phoenix, please.”
I frowned and took a seat at the bar slapping down a physical ebs card. “I got five in my account can I get the same.”
“Coming up!” Herold said.
“What the fuck?! Herold. I’m not a kid. Give me a damn beer please.”
I frowned as Herold scanned my card and then slapped a beer on the bar in front of me. “She a teenager or something?”
“None of your business drink your beer and get the hell out.”
“Herold. I already paid for the beer. I want what I paid for.”
“I tried to forward you a refund? Just accept my-“
“Give me the damn beer or I’m going sue your ass for theft and discrimination against a social and political class.”
Interesting. All this fuss over a beer?! What the fuck was going on? I took a look at Bar Keeper. His eyes were shifty and the old bastard’s bald head was wet with sweat. He was afraid of President Sergio. Today was a bad for him because I came to put the squeeze on his ass until he told me everything.
“She sounds like a corpo. You better give her the beer you racist piece of shit or she’ll stomp your ass out in civil court.” I advised him.
Herold looked at me. “You with her? I ain’t do nothing to her father. I’ve been ran through the mud by Authority all day. I had my whole place turned up and down. I’m innocent.”
He lied smoothly. This was going to be fun. I held up the beer. “I’m just a working runner trying to get one beer finally from a hard week of little work. My mate won’t give me some ass either and I can’t afford some pretty new ass too so your my entertainment for the night. You still haven’t opened my beer.”
Herold was looking at me closely. “How much Sergio paid you? I ain’t done nothing to him and ain’t selling nothing to his kid.”
“Are you my body guard. I saw you following me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were a model and I was staring at your ass. I saw you coming in this bar and then got a look at your face as I was coming in and knew I couldn’t afford you. Bodyguard?! You mean that big mother fucker across the street with the Max P9. Oh I thought he was your pimp. Hey. Old man. Could you open my damn beer, please.”
Herold glared at me buying into my act and came over to open my beer and hand it back to me. President Sergio still didn’t buy my act though. I nodded to her but didn’t drink the beer. “Are you open to a-“
“-No. Drink your beer.” She said. “Herold. I just lost my Dad and twenty-five thousand valuation on my company in status. This was his favorite drinking spot. I came get a taste of his favorite beer and leave. I ain’t here for bullshit. Give me a damn beer or I’m going to sue you, take your bar and have your old ass sent to the pin for fucking with me the day my Dad passed away.””
“Holy shit. This shit is getting good. She’s got your ass jammed up. What you going to do Herold? ” I said just to turn up the tension in the room.
Herold calmly got out a beer bottle from under the bar popped it open and set it down in front of her. “Here’s your beer, bitch. I hope you enjoy it.”
President Sergio smiled and slid it back to him. “Drink it.”
There it was. Herold went motionless. “What?!” He said.
President Sergio drew out her P58. “I said drink it. Drink it all down. Every last drop. Do it right now.”
Hmm. Interesting. I saw the play now. The beer. Whoever transported the beer here was the one that got Sergio jammed up. That’s all I needed to know.
Herold looked at me. “Fifty thousand ebs. Kill her and it’s yours.”
I frowned at him. “I ain’t no solo.. It’s just a beer bro. Drink up.” I said smiled at him showing him my real face. He was a dead man. The beer was his best option I wasn’t going to make his end quick and painless.
Herold looked away from me to the beer and picked it up with a shaky hand.
I felt a buzzing in my jacket pocket where my detapad was located. I tapped my Bluetooth visor on right side. Dad’s annoyed face appeared before my eyes.
“What’s up Dad?”
“Your in red district at 2 in morning. You looking for a ice cream store?”
“Actually I’m heading for a beer at your old spot. What’s up?”
“You hate Beer!” Dad said. “Looks like your looking for trouble. I thought you out grew that bad habit.. Don’t you have a corp meeting tomorrow morning?”
“I do. Don’t worry so much. I really am just getting a beer. What was it like growing up here?”
“I didn’t grow up here. I grew up near the rim surviving in the Outlands during the winter and I spent the summers in the city looking for work before and after the frost war. The past doesn’t matter. Your alive. I’m not. Live your life. Get a mating contract. Get rich.”
“You don’t want me to be happy?” I asked.
“Being rich is happiness kiddo. You got a gift for it. Trust me I know. When you came into my life you brought me a lot of it thanks to that lovely brain of yours. You won’t find the people that got me. Find yourself a decent enough asshole with a heart of loyalty. There are more then a few at our little corporation.” He said.
“Hmm. Do you have a male in mind for me? Is he handsome?” I said and started to feel like someone was following me.
“Of course. Only the best for you kiddo. But, your not ready for him just yet. You should focus on making money. Get some sleep. Go home. Your a big time Corpo now. Your a busy young woman.”
“So you do have someone for me. He most be someone you respect. Whoever got you jammed up cost me twenty-five million ebs and time I can’t get back.”
“I know. You’ll make it up.. You don’t need to settle it. Forgive and forget. You know.”
I smiled when I saw the bar up ahead. “This male you have for me? He’s not a office man is he?What does he do?”
“He is a clean up man. He cleans up messes and shit-cans, shit bags. After you get your beer will you please go home? Talking to Herold won’t solve anything. He’s only going to lie.”
“I know. I’m not interested in what he has say. I’m just really going out for a beer and to relax a bit.. Did you hire bodyguards for me today?”
Dad gave me a side eye. “Of course I did. I might be dead but I’m not going to stop trying to look out for you.” He paused as he looked down at his detapad. “I got a go handle some business. Be safe Baby girl.” He said and my screen went blank.
I really wondered when he was going to stop pretending he was dead. Whatever happened to Dad one thing I was confident of now.. He wasn’t human so he hadn’t been born a human..non-humans were hard to kill. It started to rain and I hurried to the Bar.
Debra
I stared out at the city listening to music while I wondered when Dad was going to get home from work.
I heard a buzz from front door and something heavy like a box being dropped down outside. I grabbed my P89 and headed to the door. I took a look from my Datapad to see outside at the cameras I had had installed in our private hallway.
I looked outside a black box sat on the floor in front of my door. I opened my door and bent down reaching for it carefully and picked it up. I went inside closing the door behind me it locked automatically.
I went over to my workstation and put it down. There was a code on of the top box. I scanned it with my Datapad and downloaded a video message.
I looked at my screen.
“I got some bad news baby girl. Well depending on when you hear this and our relationship.. I’m dead. This is my last will and testament to you in the event my heart stopped and I wasn’t able to check in with my lawyer in the last twenty-four hours. I don’t have much but my name to give you. My business and all my accounts are now yours. I was-“
The door was blown open a second later and several Corpo agents came in with pulse rifles. They advanced in pushing me back as they took the black box.
“Your stealing my property.” I said.
They ignored me as they took the box backing out and leaving. “Daisy!”
(At your service, President Sergio)
“Record theft and identity agents draw up lawsuit on corporation for theft and attempted assault.”
(Done. Waiting for response from lawyer.)
I looked back at my Detapad and froze as I saw my Dad pretending to be froze while listening to everything going on. Hope. I allowed myself a little of it. Dad was an odd one.
“Play message.”
“I know. It’s going to be hard for you but your in a good position to transfer into a full Corpo position in your life but-“
“Cut the crap Dad. I want to know who got you jammed up enough to fake your death. This isn’t a recording and you weren’t about to say all this.”
Dad sighed. “Listen. I’m dead. What your seeing now is just an A.I. program I had made up to give you the details and make some arrangements along the way. I’m not live streaming to you. Daisy can confirm it for you.”
(Correct. Chairman Sergio is not live streaming his message from any known device. He is currently located in President Sergio’s Detapad. President Sergio the video has been sent to your lawyer. He is reviewing it now.)
What the hell?!
Dad waved his thin cigar nodding his head. “See. Now. My message is complete. You can delete this program at any time you want. Later-“
“Wait. Your an A.I. of my Dad? You most know somethings about him.”
Dad shrugged. “I know what I know. The past never matters much to me Baby girl.”
Even that answer was so like my Dad. “Where were you born? What is the name of your pack?”
Dad smiled shaking his head. “Nope. I know where you trying to go but trust me Baby girl my past is complicated enough. Let’s just say I wasn’t born in the normal way or in a normal setting. My pack name is of course. Sergio. If that’s all you really should delete this program.”
I smiled and put away detapad. “Daisy. Is the market open yet?”
Short hand: Fast paced straight to the point story staring Danny Vito as Mr. Larry the Liquidator” Garfield about a corporate takeover of a business for the soul purpose of shit canning one division so that the corporation as a whole can make more money so that the business can be stripped of the assets and sold off in pieces.
Larry is an honest business man that doesn’t waste any time in bullshiting around but lays it out on the table and tells you how it fucking is. He is in your face and telling you what he wants and he don’t give a fuck how you feel about it because he’s coming to get the bag..
There ain’t no shame to Larry’s game and he’s got the balls and money to back up his talk.
This is a beloved movie from my childhood that inspired me to one day become a investor. It’s a fast paced elegent dance and game of making money that gets me. There is a comedy and romance to make it more digestible to the general audience that are for the most part consumers. The writing and directing of the film is smooth like slick talking Bronx millionaire.
Another thing about the romance…Larry ain’t leading his life by his dick. He’s in it for the money and if the chick ain’t down with the way his is going well….the chick is going to fall in line and bring him the fucking bag because energy around top tier alpha makes a chick’s clothes melt off. Larry is HIM.
Spoiler alert: Larry gets the bag and his chick brings him another bag for the bonus…how about that shit?
Warm Regards
Why?
Anyway, the last time I gave a damn about the Grammys Alisha Keys was a new artist and had won maybe five those weird Idol Trophies. I could look it up but I honest don’t give a damn even now. I’ve heard some conversations on the innerweb’s about Jay-Z of all people with that fucking weird ass hairstyle at the award show bringing up old shit about a time many moons ago about the black & brown folks deciding to ban the elite group of music rich folks award show. Dude I couldn’t even bare to listen to him talking because of the fucking hair and the facial expression of I-don’t-give-damn and I-ain’t-shit painted on his face that had me going….
Why?
Other news is that rapper named Killer Mike being taken away in handcuffs after winning three of the Idol trophies that the rich elite folks deemed to give him for their own reasons and….
I can’t with this shit. I wasn’t even surprised when I heard the last part about Killer Mike being taken away in handcuffs. I am not surprised by anything that much these days. I’m an old fuck. I maybe jaded. I maybe just have dark sense of humor but holy shit.
I would rather watch podcast on YouTube or scratch my ass then even think about the Grammys but on the other hand this gives me the opportunity to write and shit on an old as a fuck award show.
Warm Rewards
