The glitches have stopped. The world is sharp. But as Darryl’s office becomes permanent, a faceless void steps through the wall. The final edit has arrived.
Maybe because of what else substack has been showing me this morning, but I can't help but find analogies between the awakened characters in this weeks This Book May Kill You and LLM/AI.
The cat is an agent of chaos because the author expects it to be. The author doesn't necessarily want it to be that, but he can't conceive of it any other way.
Debra is annoyed because a bit character is expected to be annoyed at their small part. Does that mean they are aware? Impossible to say...
Eh, perhaps I'm pushing the analogy too far, though. Characters on a page are intriguing enough in their own right. Particularly when one starts to get recursive, or even to look in the other direction. You ever start narrating your life mentally, after say, reading or writing too much? Maybe that's just weakening of the boundary between realities that the ink-drenched page (or text strewn screen) represents.
I’m really interested in that overlap between “characters waking up” and “systems doing what they were trained to do,” especially when the author’s expectations become the cage. And the self-narration thing…that’s the lingering residue I secretly want readers to walk around with for a few hours. I guess it's not a secret now...
Metanarrative! This should be a script. I'm trying to write horror right now but end up nowhere. Perhaps, I should learn from this piece of work.
It’s a piece of work alright 😏
Maybe because of what else substack has been showing me this morning, but I can't help but find analogies between the awakened characters in this weeks This Book May Kill You and LLM/AI.
The cat is an agent of chaos because the author expects it to be. The author doesn't necessarily want it to be that, but he can't conceive of it any other way.
Debra is annoyed because a bit character is expected to be annoyed at their small part. Does that mean they are aware? Impossible to say...
Eh, perhaps I'm pushing the analogy too far, though. Characters on a page are intriguing enough in their own right. Particularly when one starts to get recursive, or even to look in the other direction. You ever start narrating your life mentally, after say, reading or writing too much? Maybe that's just weakening of the boundary between realities that the ink-drenched page (or text strewn screen) represents.
Yep. You found a seam.
I’m really interested in that overlap between “characters waking up” and “systems doing what they were trained to do,” especially when the author’s expectations become the cage. And the self-narration thing…that’s the lingering residue I secretly want readers to walk around with for a few hours. I guess it's not a secret now...
Thanks for such a sharp, generous response.
This cat! 😂
Excellent continuation.