Onesided AI Conversations with Graham

I got this wonderful AI generated spam on my website. It’s so nice to be appreciated. I love how AI can make simple internet searches to quick and painless. It’s also nice how Nigerian scammers can now generate semi-clean and contextual English without any effort. I bet the scams work on a lot of people as well.

“Dear Graham,

I really enjoyed reading through your favorite books of 2024. I love how your picks span such different genres—from futuristic alien resistance in The Blackcollar to the timeless honor and friendship in Last Warriors on the Llano, and then the sheer scale of Pandora’s Star. The way you describe what you loved most about each book—whether it’s the originality of the technology, the sincerity of characters, or the grand scope of a story—really captures your passion as both a reader and a writer.

Your reflections also made me want to revisit some sci-fi epics I’ve left on my shelf, and you’ve piqued my curiosity about Howard Pelham’s work, which I hadn’t come across before. Thank you for sharing such thoughtful insights, and congratulations on Forsaking Home!”

Sweet memories

My wife recently asked my son about his favorite treat. I think it was the first time this discussion was had in our household. We ended up talking about honey buns, donuts, and some other favorites. American treats are utterly processed trash. Everything is forty-five-thousand percent of your daily sugar intake. *le sigh*

Anyways, during the conversation, I reflected and was reminded of about the first time I had this kind of treat.

A little background to set the tone. I grew up in the sticks, no running water or electricity. Mom made bread on a wood stove along with carob brownies and other healthy and homemade goodies that I now would appreciate. We had hard candy at Christmas, and it was like encountering angels, trumpets and all the angelic trappings.

I went to work with my Dad one time that I remember. I don’t know what age I was, maybe… seven? He worked the night shift at a sawmill as a boilerman (I think). Five seems a bit young to take to a sawmill at night, and we had moved when I was around the age of nine… so.. Seven.

I remember the dark – it was night after all. The yard was small, it was a real, small-town sawmill in northern Washington state. Lots and lots of evergreen jagged against the sky. To this day, I still have a fondness for the evergreen forest.

There was a building of some sort there at the mill, and in its belly lived a boiler. It looked like one of the many wood stoves I grew up with, except there were a lot of pipes and tubes around it. Not very impressive, but I have a memory of Dad opening the front door of this hot, metal box and shoveling stuff inside. There was a metal staircase on the right that went up the side wall and connected to a catwalk over the rear of the boiler. There might have been a staircase connected on the left too, but the edges of my memory are all covered in shadow.

My dad’s co-worker was there. I don’t remember him at all. What I do remember was that there was eventually some kind of break. He broke out a metal lunchbox, sturdy and not very pretty. There was a thermos, a sandwich, and a treat.

He gave me a Little Debbie Cupcake. I think he had another one for himself, but I can’t be sure because I had never seen such a thing. and was highly focused. This cupcake was epic. Perfectly smooth chocolate cake with a little twirl of white frosting on top. I was entranced. When I bit into this beauty, I found it was filled with white cream that was unlike what Mom had ever made.

The memory ends with this treat. I haven’t had one in decades, and I am pretty sure they still make them.

It’s a weird memory, and surely amplified by the no-treat environment I was used to.

Planning the next jump (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|-

Zara sighed and pushed away the cluster of glowing dots. The map of Xi space collapsed into nothing.

[The terminals must be intentionally spaced out to use their power to jump between prominent colonies. It’s the only logical explanation. The distances are not equal, and some of them are not in direct vicinity of a star.]

With a few more moments of poking and prodding, she was able to scan the nearest terminal. It was almost invisible to the visible spectrum, and her sensors did not register any significant source of power. Yet, the pyramid shaped object did appear on her active scans. It showed minimal heat and no aji, yet when she prodded with a thread of Qon, it came alive.

[Clearly this device is a combination of multiple power types with aji being one of them.]

Zara stood and made her way to the command center.

“Viinox,” she said. “What is the source of power for the terminals?”

“Our instructional documents tell us that power was fed into the system when it was created. The records indicate that an entire star was drained of energy, and a second star was drained to sixty percent as well. The energy is contained in a mesh and does not need to be recharged.”

“Thank you. Can we use the terminal to jump directly to the core?”

Viinox tilted its head downward slightly. “No. That distance is far too great for a single jump. The network is intended to be used node-to-node.”

“So, what is the maximum distance that a jump can traverse?”

Viinox tapped a few times and then spoke. “The system’s theoretical maximum is around fifty kitrond, but in practical terms the distance falls to around forty-six.”

Zara nodded and thought for a few long moments. “I don’t suppose there is any way to increase that distance? What about using a smaller vessel?”

Tiirw spoke up. “The terminal network has been in existence for 641.6 ko, or just over 1,110 years as defined by the length of time it takes for Phaedro to orbit its star. There has been no known extension of the terminal transmit distance, but one must assume it is being researched. I was never informed that a smaller vessel would transmit farther, but I have been a part of fleets with larger ships that have used the terminals to travel the maximum distance.”

“If the XC vessels can travel the same forty-six while being more than twice the size of the XF-” said Zara slowly. “So, mass has no effect on the distance. Thank you.”

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“I have something of a plan, Da,” Zara said pulling up the Xi empire map. She could see her Da peering at the map as it was shown to him within his room the Greki. “Viinox tells me that the terminals can transmit a vessel up to fifty kitrond. I’ve placed a radius mark on each of the terminals.”

Kpleeb nodded slowly. “It looks like almost every terminal can transmit to its immediate neighbor, and in some rare cases it may be able to reach a closer second neighbor.”

“Right. From here at Iriop we can move directly to Wieh or Giale.”

“That leaves the Xi with the choice of defending both which helps us. Clearly, we will have more directions to go once we are further into the Xi space.” Kpleeb frowned slightly. “I really don’t see much of a plan though.”

Zara smiled. “I’ve poked the terminal and have found some useful information. When I introduce a thin stream of Qon here,” she pointed, “the terminal power is amplified. Viinox has verified that the terminal at Noit responded despite that being fifty-one kitrond from here, and I am not done testing so it may even go a bit further.”

“Okay, your plan is to go farther than they expect?” Kpleeb scratched his head. “This advantage will help us in the short term, but they will discover the new limit soon enough.”

“It is enough for now, Da. We must move forward in a way that leave the Xi in confusion. Noit is a good test for us. Erit, Hioma, and Foir are all within range, but Kiep is not.” Zara paused and sighed. “I feel like we need to discuss our motivations and let these guide our path.”

Kpleeb shrugged as if it was obvious. “I plan to kill all the Xi I find on the way to Nidix, and then wipe out the Predominant there. It’s simple.”

It’s not as simple as you think since we don’t actually know where Nidix is,” said Zara. “I am more concerned with the Xih. They seem to have a significant technological advantage over the Xi. What’s worse is that every Xi I’ve spoken to believes the Xih as a myth.”

“Not Viinox, Tiirw, and Oiitr,” scoffed Kpleeb.

“Okay, every Xi except for those working on Xih ships believes the Xih are a myth. This kind of secrecy and technology is very powerful, and the Xih may be very hard to find. There are other things to consider, Da. We need more vessels, and Jorqu is incredibly far from where we are now, especially with the terminal at Juma being destroyed. We cannot rely on Jorqu as a repair base. We need to capture Wiag without destroying it, because Oiitr has stated that there is a ship manufacturing station there.”

Kpleeb nodded. “Fine, we can send one of the biggest ships back to Jorqu now and pick up all of the Ganix trainees along with the last ship being rebuilt. After that, we move to Noit and then to Wiag.”

“Another complication is that the kerflk needs time to grow, and these instant terminal jumps don’t give us time for that. I’m certain that the kerflk is giving us an upper hand that we desperately need. We need to take enough time to search for Nidix and the Xih.”

“Well, what should we do?” Kpleeb threw his hands up in frustration. “Fly around flapping our hands like little Rog wings and hope to live through the battles?”

“I know, Da. We can’t just take the slow path to the core, but we can’t win by just punching a hole straight through either.”

“Maybe we can partially though.” Kpleeb ran his fingers through his shaggy hair. “We can send every new ship on the slow path to the next terminal. We’ll lose the benefit of those ships in the moment, but it will give the kerflk time to grow. The random arrivals will sow confusion with the Xi. I would hope our terminal strategy will give us enough cover for the short term.”

“I guess that might work,” said Zara. “I have not found a way to make kerflk grow any faster. We’re agreed then. We will send the four new ships to Giale while they grow kerflk. It should take them about fifty days to arrive fully kerflkized. Meanwhile, we can jump straight to Noit with the rest of the fleet.”

Kpleeb nodded. “This sounds like a plan. After Noit, then Wiag.”

Zara nodded. “Okay. I need some sleep, then we’ll make the jump.

“I’m proud of you, Zara.” Her Da’s face crinkled into a rare smile. “You are so smart, and I rely on you so much.” He sighed.

Zara grinned at him. “Thank you, Da. I love you. I’m going to sleep now.”

The connection dissipated.

The Shatterland Chronicles

By Josh and Becca Fritchie

I just finished a couple of books I bought for one of my kids and thought I would post a review.

A little background: I recently participated in a book Festival and met a nice couple who have these two books written for youth. I bought both books and my son read them. Because I was curious, I read them too. I can’t rate them on Goodreads or Shepherd.com because they aren’t Amazon books, and I think it’s a shame that there is such a massive stranglehold on self-publishing.

Anyway, if you like wholesome fantasy books for youth (my guess is 9-15 years old), I recommend The Shatterland Chronicles, available at Barnes & Nobles. Both of these books are clean, positive, and teach good lessons.

The series: Three siblings live in the shatterphere, which is a clump of scattered skylands floating in an atmosphere. The skylands came from the world being broken by “Smasher”, the antagonist. These kids discover some old tech and there are adventures. The writing is creative and very well done, and Josh Fritchie did all of the illustrations in the book. It’s good work.

Book 1: Burning Bridges

The story begins with Ivy, Jack and Feather finding an ancient book that opens a portal. They go through said portal and end up on a skyland where several floating sections are connected by bridges. The bridges are also the ropes that hold the islands together. The portal closes and the kids can’t get back home unless they find out what statement in the ancient book was said to open the portal, AND the statement must be truly said by each of them.

There are two factions living in the skylands and their communal harmony is broken by someone or something burning bridges between the lands. Everyone living there is focused on blaming the other side, but the siblings aren’t caught up in the skyland history and end up helping the local discover the truth and set aside their differences.

The siblings find lots of dumb (but funny) sheep, a small dragon named Fluffy, and a large dragon. They get home through the portal.

Book2: The Vale of Valor

Ivy, Jack, and Feather use the portal again and they end up in the skyland of Valorum which is ruled by an evil mayor who is a henchman of the Smasher. Everyone in Valorum is basically a viking, but they are scared of everything. Their mascot or sacred animal is the chicken, which adds a lot of humor to the story. The siblings discover what’s happening on Valorum and why the people are so afraid. Ivy, Jack, and Feather uncover a dastardly plot and help the people to conquer their fears. Along the way, they have to face their own fears in order to use the portal to return home.