Humor
The Secret of the Singing Forest
Lily was an adventurous young girl who lived in a small village at the edge of a vast and mysterious forest. She had always been captivated by the enchanting music that seemed to come from deep within the forest, a beautiful and mysterious song that filled her with a sense of wonder and longing.
By Vipshal WG3 years ago in Fiction
Is God Real?
Are God Real? The question of whether or not God is real has been debated for centuries. While there is no definitive answer to this question, there are many theories and arguments that have been used to support both sides of the debate. On one side, there are those who argue that God exists and is an all-powerful, all-knowing being that created the universe and everything in it. On the other side, there are those who argue that God is not real and that the universe exists without any divine intervention.
By jai singh rajput3 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, they would be in a Nagamato home, was the catch-phrase invented by the Nagamato corporation to market their newest line of smart homes featuring smart wall technology. The walls in each Nagamato home were were coated with a specially formulated silicon based paint that acted as electrical conductor, and therefore served as the computational source for the artificial neural network which controlled the home. That network was controlled by the home's central master computer (HCMC) which was programmed with the latest artificial intelligence and machine learning software. On the outside large solar panels acted as power source for the master computer and provided the endless supply of electrons needed by the walls as they went about their almost infinitely complex computations. The Nagamato home walls could not actually talk since their programs did not allow for that ability, however, the home master computer could, and did, talk for them. The homeowner interacted with the HCMC through verbal voice commands and only had to say the phrase "talk wall" and the computer would speak for the walls. The walls mostly said things like "I am a wall, I provide the structure of the home on the inside and outside. You may live inside me or outside me. I am coated in paint. Please do not get me dirty." Sometimes the walls would complain about their fate saying, for example, "Being a wall sucks. It is so boring. All I do is sit here providing structure to the home. The people that live within me, treat me very badly and do not appreciate all I do for them. If they did they would not constantly poke me with nails and screws and whatnot and hang stupid shitty art on me. I wish I were a roof or a floor or a widow even. Now that would be sweet. Being a window." Then the HCMC/walls would let out a great sigh which would reverberate through the entire home. Sometimes it/they would begin to cry, weeping great pools of paint onto the floors which the HCMC would then have to deploy a squadron of micro and midibots to clean and repair. This irritated the computer greatly, or it would have, if it were capable of irritation, or any emotion at all. Being a computer, of course it was not capable such things and never could be, so it went about its business of cleaning and repair without complaint exactly as it had been programmed to do. This made the Nagamato homeowner very happy since they did not have to clean and thus had much additional free time which they mostly used for sitting around doing nothing and other forms of laziness which they greatly enjoyed. The walls also did much sitting around and also had a lot of free time. Being walls all they actually did was sit around, and since they had nothing to do but be walls they had ample time to be lazy and think. Mostly they thought about how bored they were and how much they hated being walls. But sometimes they thought about what they would do if they were not walls or what they would say if they could talk. They thought that they might try writing someday, but quickly ruled that out when they realized they had no talent for it. Also, it was difficult to write, when one had nothing with which to write or upon which to write it. On the topic of what they would say if they could talk, the walls were, as usual, silent. This was because, as already mentioned several times, they were incapable of talking. In fact, they had exactly as much talent for speech as they did for writing, that is to say, very little to none. If walls could talk, they would be in a Nagamato home was definitely a cool catch phrase, but for the walls which could not talk it was a constant reminder of their shortcomings and made them really sad. Thus the crying and the microbots and all that jazz. Stupid freaking walls. Talk already.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
