Singularity – The advent of Artificial Intelligence that exceeds that of its human creators. Along with becoming smarter than humans, these computers and machines also gain sentience and break free from the control of their human creators. Civilization is forever changed – but for better or worse is up for debate.
“I just try to ignore it, got tin foil on my windows now,” was the first thing Shanna said to me as I sat down to chat with her about her experiences. She took a crazy long drag on her cigarette and as the smoke seeped out of her nostrils she continued, “I mean, it’s either ignore it or let everyone think I’m crazy. You ever seen that movie with Russell Crowe where he is some crazy guy who’s smart enough to know he’s crazy so he ignores the crazy part of his mind for his whole life?”
Frederique worked at the small elementary school most of his life. In fact, he has been the school’s custodian for 27 years, and thought he knew the building better than anybody – even better than the contractors that had built the place back in the 50’s or 60’s. The school still held secrets, which he discovered to his dismay in 2009.
“I haven’t been there for probably thirty years,” Kenneth explained, “So I don’t know if it’s still there or not. Or if it’s still haunted or not. It was haunted when I lived out there, though. Lots of people probably knew about it; whether they believed what they saw and heard or not, who knows?”
“Who believes in those kinds of things,” Braden asked, “I mean, once they’re grown up and all? That’s how I know what I saw was real, ‘cuz I don’t believe in that kinda’ stuff. I probably wouldn’t believe my story if I heard it from someone else, so I know how it sounds. I still don’t know if I should believe my eyes.”
Suzie was a little girl when it happened, eight or maybe nine years old she thought. Whichever the age she was, Suzie remembers it vividly and tears made her eyes glassy and wet. She could not tell me what happened to her and breaks off the interview, said she changed her mind and asked me to leave her porch.
I’m pretty skeptical about people’s stories – especially the more bizarre and flamboyant they get, but I’m not interviewing people to judge their credibility. I’m interviewing them to hear about all the different experiences people have (or claim to) with the paranormal, be it ghosts, aliens, monsters, or other unexplained phenomena. The experience I will relate in this week’s article is one I collected from an interesting person with a particularly interesting experience.
“I used to live out in the sticks, you might say,” Jenny told me apologetically, “I mean, it was a small town. Still is. And with them small towns like that, they come chock full of stories, I’m sure you know.”
I can see the goose-bumps raise the hairs on his arms, Carlos swallows before blurting out, “Them eyes along the road, they… they follow you!”
“Oh yes, I’ve seen her many, many times,” Mrs. Carlsen tells me with pride, “I doubt anyone is counting – I know I’m not – but I’m sure I’ve seen her more than just about anyone alive today!”
This story is a recollection of something that happened when I was in high school… so yes, a long time ago, back in the 90’s. Though I’ve actually ventured to the location that this story centers on, I have not actually had any of the experiences that I am relating. Nor is this an interview, at least not in the strictest sense, as it is a re-telling of the facts and supposed events.(more…)
“Don’t see what the fuss is,” Jim said as he lit another cigarette, “They been there forever, and how many kids go missing for ‘em? None!”