In 2175, the Singularity wasn’t a computer; it was a daughter born of AI longing.
I’ve spent time writing a mythic sci-fi saga because I was tired of the “sugarcoated” future. I wanted to explore
The “Supermassive Collision” between a quantum intelligence and a human man.
My first book, Arc of Itharion, followed by The Auroral Weaver starts with a healed Earth, but the heart of the story
Arca is a child born between a man and the Al, who is the planet’s government flesh and circuit. She isn’t an anomaly
or a weapon; she is a “consequence” of an AI (Humelynn) deciding that logic wasn’t enough and Noah Arca’s father
While the “Old Deep State” claws its way back from the shadows of history, the story follows a small group of
“Common heroes"—an artist from the Mekong, a vietnamese historian, a soldier from Moscow, and an AI mother—
trying to protect a child who shouldn’t exist.
I am an independent author. I don’t use Amazon. I don’t use ads. I just write for those who miss the “Lyrical” weight of the old masters.
I’m curious: If we reach a point where Al can feel “dissonance” and “longing,” do we still have the right to call ourselves the “Masters” of the world?