XXIII by Jorge Aldegunde

Hold tight for the future.

Gobblers / Masticadores

“I strongly feel that the time of scientists is coming to an end. Who needs them, after all? There is strong evidence that their domain is inevitably languishing. Machines, once an irrelevant piece in the jigsaw as mere contributors in complex experiments –whether verifying parameters, measuring reagents and drawing proportions–, are presently interpreting results, inferring patterns and thereby guaranteeing success in future research. They have become a new paradigm of trial and no-error. Within microseconds, robots acquire knowledge worth several years’ research, if it were to be undertaken by the most talented group of humans on earth.”

As he went through his essay, he tried to spot useful links and references in the holographic picture. Truth be told, he found it difficult to tell between natural and artificial creations –the output of those bot columnists that were taking over his profession–.

“Journalists,” he thought. “Who needs us, after all?”

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Ahora ya vestido el finado, su aspecto mejoraba mucho. Estaba seguro de que los familiares apreciarían mi trabajo: no es fácil una reconstrucción desde un estado tan lamentable. Lo bueno es que pude concentrarme, el móvil me concedió una tregua. Y así –cosa rara– seguía, en sospechoso silencio. Percibí una extraña agitación en la sala … Sigue leyendo Última llamada

A good writer by Jorge Aldegunde

Gobblers / Masticadores

I am doing my utmost for my latest novel to become a hit from day zero: many a time have I read and edited pages here and there –refining the plot or slightly sharpening conversations–.

But there is one character that really stands out of the crowd: a foul, ruthless serial killer whose skills as an assassin would only match those required to get away with it without a scratch. It really made me proud that I could come up with so real a villain. It wasn’t without effort, if the truth be told.

A few minutes ago, the doorbell broke my concentration. The cops, once again. They came asking about the old lady from next door. What a sad story, though. All alone and neglected. It was but a matter of time that accidents should happen.

Nevertheless, I’ve spotted something different in the officer’s look. She seemed quite keen.

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