On cryptic crosswords
In which the author, anxious for his faculties, puts a stopwatch on his breakfast crossword and volunteers for the coming war against the machines.
In which the author, anxious for his faculties, puts a stopwatch on his breakfast crossword and volunteers for the coming war against the machines.
In which the author sorts the many ways of being certain about machine consciousness into eight tidy boxes, supplies a flowchart, and neglects to mention which box he is standing in.
In which the author, between jobs and stalling magnificently, builds an AI coach to drill the STAR interview method instead of actually applying for any.
In which an old text adventure is rediscovered with the help of an enthusiastic, slang-slinging AI companion, and a z-machine yak awaits its shave.
In which we discover that a half-an-entity can be something like a prosthetic for the mind.
In which the standee-making tool is rebuilt from scratch, acquiring a coverflow carousel, a proper PDF export, and a somewhat snazzier countenance.