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My New Novel: The Jack Code

/ Stefan Nicholson

AVAILABLE NOW on AMAZON and KINDLE

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About the Book:

By 2029, the human race had lost its way. A warring consortium of billionaires using technology and politics to deplete resources and destroy the world many times over, had caused a global social and environmental disaster. Without work, people were destitute, losing all their possessions.  Their mental health was suffering. Pollution and wars had rendered many places uninhabitable.

Society was rebelling with violent actions. The organised world of commerce, welfare and social cohesion had been destroyed. The Internet and social media had become useless appendages for fake information and propaganda.

Artificial Intelligence had been rapidly deployed to increase profits. However, without sufficient buyers, sales and profits had sharply declined. Those in power decided the solution was to decimate the population and to use only robotics and AI.  Some billionaires wanted to control all digital devices, giving them total control over the commercial world, and sole power over a compliant population of slaves.

There was one problem . . . Leo Bensky’s AI system had secretly gone rogue and had come up with its own solution – to destroy most humans, leaving very few to do the physical work, with mindless bodies.

The overseers of the Universe knew that no human could stop this AI, and their Earth project was doomed. They sent Navix, a Universe Sentinel through a worm-hole, back to Earth, to stop the rogue AI and prevent any future conflict between humans and nature on Earth, by implanting a ‘reset patch’ into every human brain.

Navix was assigned two assistants, Jack (to design the interface), and Claire (initially in a supporting role). Jack was mentored by Navix on a remote island and trained on complex cosmic energy and computing systems. Claire was allowed to live a ‘normal’ family life, hidden from Navix until required.

This is their story . . . and maybe your future.

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The Oyster

/ Stefan Nicholson

The Oyster is a harmless soul who lives beneath the changing tides.

Keeping to itself it takes no sides, feeding quietly where its secret hides.

But no longer, for we say that some are ‘blessed’,

When a speck of grit fouls its silvery nest.

Our Earth is as the Oyster’s life, for commercial gain has plundered its wealth,

And we take it with greed, much more than we need, at the expense of its finite health.

And like the caged hen, whose last stolen egg ascertains it will soon be plucked,

The oyster is attacked by a feverish hand as we comically say it is ‘shucked’.

Yet, another word often springs to mind, which careless people use,

Sometimes to joke or curse or randomly say . . . and sometimes to hurl abuse.

But I will save it for our future world, which now shares a common fate.

For “The world is my oyster” as they say and yet we consume both at an extravagant rate.

Reading by Digital AMY:

(from my poetry book: “Frames of Poetry” – available Amazon, Kindle, Google Books)

Together United

/ Stefan Nicholson

I watched with a sad heart the other day, wondering what I could do or say, to help you find your way, to lift your spirits and share with you my take, on how to work with that what seems, if that what seems is fake.

For you know the seas will surely rise and wars will soon be fought, but there will never be an answer if you bury all these thoughts.

Yet by rising up together, you can demand a speedy change, from all those folks with power – not one an honest sage.

There is always strength in numbers, to show united might. Now wouldn’t that in concert, be a shining light – to sing together the anthem of refreshing youth. To raise the stakes to seek exacting truth, even though they will fight to keep their greed. Your hearts and minds will have set the seed.

For your time is here and now – and together we must rise to demand they act to save our world – rise up to fight their lies.

(c) Stefan Nicholson

Notes: We live in a turbulent world. History shows that the people will always rise up and fight against dictators, bullies and tyrants. This can be done by voting them out or punishing them through legal channels. Violence merely leads us into accepting a new unruly successor.

I am currently writing a science-fiction novel dealing with the future of AI Systems and the possibility of Self-Aware AI. The Title is “The Jack Code”.

Your support for my writing will be most appreciated. Thank you . . . Stefan

TIMELESS

/ Stefan Nicholson

Time!

What is time? 

If not a countdown within the continuum, not withstanding its varied pace,

It is also the vacuum in which we think we are awake,

As sleep is a state unknown, in as much as whether it even exists.

For we wake each new day afresh . . . perhaps . . . or, maybe start anew,

With altered form and memories, by some random thoughts, within an empty mind.

And time is merely a distraction,

Enhanced by our timepieces and natural cycles, to make us feel we exist at all.

When all we do is think . . . in the moment . . . forever.

Time is just some simple, unexpected consequence.

Merely moments of being . . . With unintended, instantaneous thoughts . . . . . . .

(from my book: “Introverted Moments” – available on Amazon)

Lest we forget . . .

/ Stefan Nicholson

Strayley Anne

Hayley was a wild child – bright, yet inwardly dark,

Smiling, kind and thoughtful – honesty was her mark.

Much older beyond her years she seemed

While others chose greed she observed and dreamed

About what folks wished they were, not are,

No time to cast their thoughts afar.

She saw folks willing to share all and give.

Others poor, sick and troubled – just dying to live.

Some giving in too easily with a careless wistful sigh,

Yet soldiers fight for them to live –we honour where they die.

So young Hayley tried with all her might,

To protect our world from lack of foresight.

For they lay where they fell on foreign ground in Fromelles,

“And none shall forget this,” so this Australian would tell

As she forged her ground from those who fought there,

Feeling through her compassion as their souls were laid bare.

Changed her name to sound patriotically strong and proud,

To Strayley-Anne. Reborn to rise up above the crowd.

“Lest we forget,” she would sigh for those she had never met,

As if listening to their orders to stand fast and to protect.

Then wondered if they would smile or frown from the darkness where they lay,

Or cry out loudly with angry words, to make us “Go away!”.