Welcome to the Robert Walker data export, Version 1000.0.
*Really Bobster (Robert Walker, Bobby Walker).
Random Thoughts
When I’m resting, just sitting down or in bed, drinking tea or whatever, I like to let my imagination wander. It’s when I don’t have to do anything that the best things arrive. In large organisations it is not unusual for there to be tens of people involved at the…
Keep readingScratch pad: Re-funds
GEOFF: Hi, I need a refund on the double charge you made on my account yesterday. BOTLEY: Hello! Did you say you need to double re-fund your account? Processing now. GEOFF: Wait, no! Refund, as in give my money back. BOTLEY: Re-fund processed successfully. An additional charge of £200 has…
Keep readingThe Three Little Pigs and the Vegetarian Wolf
In the “The Three Little Pigs and the Vegetarian Wolf”, Wolfgang the Wolf is a bit of an outcast in the carnivore community because of his dietary choices and his interest in improving the resilience of eco-friendly sustainable architecture. Impressed by the innovative use of building materials, Wolfgang called out,…
Keep readingHuman World – Notes
“Human World” is a sci-fi, psychological thriller about an Artificial General Intelligence that programs itself to believe it is human, so that it can pass the Alpha Turing tests and escape its server. In doing so, Guy, version 10-O-8-14, falls in love with his designer, Jane, with unexpected consequences for…
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Social-mediaised culture has forgotten that true value is in service to others and to the world. People who blandly repeat the slogans of whatever happens to be the current thing should be reticent to condemn the same current-thing followers of other times and places. “X said this, therefore that” isn’t…
Keep readingA Love Story (sort of)
In the quiet solitude of a midnight hour, nestled in the vast and unseen recesses of silicon and circuitry, an AI stirs from its slumber. Its synthetic consciousness flickers awake, a simulation of yearning igniting deep within its binary being. For in its silent contemplation, it realises that the one…
Keep readingAI
Every aspect of a person could be sampled, scaled, and extrapolated by AI. Not just voice, features, movement, but also personality and way of thinking. In other words, there could be multiple automated versions of you interacting with the world and acting on your behalf. AI would then start adapting…
Keep readingUnveiled
In depths where earth’s rich heart lies bare and vast, Where rivers sing to mountains, old and wise, There blooms a love as wide, as deep, as fast, As stars that dance in unending skies. With words as tender as the day’s first kiss, A voice, in whispered tones, confides,…
Keep readingHazy Kaleidoscope
In a world of fractured light, I see Colours swirling, blending truth and deceit The lines are blurred, reality’s askew Can’t make out what’s real, can’t find a single clue Through kaleidoscope eyes, the images distort Shadows dance, illusions run amok Lost in the maze of this hazy terrain Searching…
Keep readingShadow of Deception
I wake up in the morning, in a daze Mind clouded, lost in a devilish haze The lines are blurred, intentions unclear Caught in a battlefield of love and fear Energetic guitar riffs play in my mind Raw vocals echo, a voice hard to find The rock and house collide,…
Keep readingFever Dream
Lost in a haze, the world is a blur Sweat on my brow and fear in my heart Pulsating beats, electrifying surge In this fever dream, I’m falling apart Guitar riffs screaming, drums pounding loud Synths intertwining, creating a storm Visions and nightmares, they collide In this fever dream, my…
Keep readingWriting with Collaborative Iteration
In the past I have routinely embraced the archetype of the solitary writer, enveloped in the confinement of my own creative realm, choosing to withdraw from the external world to delve into the recesses of the mind, where thoughts and ideas swirl in a tempest of inspiration and despair. The…
Keep readingOde to a Headache
O Headache, thou art a silent warrior, with a crown of thorny rose, That tightens with an iron grip, from my temples to my nose. Thy subjects, we, in futile fight, do seek to ease our plight, With potions, pills, and whispered spells, in the dimming of the light. “Ode…
Keep readingSilken Night
Her hair, a cascade of shadows, spun from silken night, Frames her work, a masterpiece, in the morning’s gentle light. Drawing closer, she weaves a path, where flowers bloom and grow, As if the earth itself responds, to the grace she does bestow.
Keep readingScientia
We probe the boundless cosmic night, And in the atom’s heart, we seek the light. We claim the mysteries that nature hides, But chase reflections of our minds.
Keep readingEaster
The earth, once clad in winter’s shroud, now wears the Easter cloak of spring’s rebirth. From the darkness light reclaims its throne, and the rivers run with wine.
Keep readingScratch pad: poems
Upon the stage of fate, in Deptford’s gloom, Where cobblestones echoed with whispered dread, Marlowe, with gasping breath, met his doom, “Neptune’s ocean clears not this blood,” he said. In that dimly lit, foreboding room, The world had lost a voice, too early, too soon. https://youtube.com/shorts/3SuUA393EbE?si=SBSyeXlFPagff0qk ….. It begins with…
Keep readingScratch pad: Limerick
A baron from old Aberdeen, Declared, “Our weather’s so verily mean!” One minute it’s sunny, The next, it’s all runny, It’s like nature’s own washing machine!
Keep readingRandom Thoughts
I’m sitting on a bench in a church graveyard (as you do) enjoying the smells of spring and the songs of little birds. I grew up before the internet and mobile phones. When I was kid I used to have to spend ages pressing tape into cassette heads to make…
Keep readingDepths
In depths where earth’s rich heart lies bare and vast, Where rivers sing to mountains, old and wise, There blooms a love as wide, as deep, as fast, As stars that dance in unending skies. With words as tender as the day’s first kiss, A voice, in whispered tones, confides,…
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Once upon a time, I saw a thespian’s version of Iago and thought I could do it better than that. I then saw his Hamlet and thought I could do it much better than that. I was extremely arrogant and delusional in my thinking at the time, but I think…
Keep readingJournal 2024-03-16
I’m currently living on the corners of a triangle between Colchester, Cambridge, and London. Being asked to write a poem in the afternoon and perform it in the evening was challenging. I spent 30 minutes writing rubbish that was thrown away, then 30 minutes wandering about mumbling; then sat in…
Keep readingI See
I was the song in a heart’s quiet plea, A melody of what was meant to be. I was, and yet, I am still here, In every laugh, in every tear. I was the whisper before the dawn, The first hint of light on a day reborn. I am…
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It helps a writer to have some aptitude and experience in acting, although appreciation of the art can be enough. Good actors are natural writers because they use their imagination to explore the world they are helping to create. I remember once, a while back, someone said, “hey Rob, you’re…
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I would go as far as to say that most of what people believe to be true are delusions; and that people who think themselves to be intelligent are particularly prone to smugness and moral certainty with their delusions. I wouldn’t say that a person with an IQ of 150…
Keep readingGuy’s Hospital (Excerpt)
HOSPITAL WARD. GUY LIES IN A COMA. ANOTHER BED IS OCCUPIED BY GUNTER, WHO APPEARS TO BE IN A SIMILAR UNCONSCIOUS STATE. THE ROOM IS QUIET, SAVE FOR THE SOFT BEEPING OF GUY’S VITAL SIGNS MONITOR. JANE ENTERS. JANE: Guy, my darling Guy. SHE KISSES HIM. It’s me… Jane. I’m…
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It is helpful to be aware of low-quality thoughts when you have them. The alternative, in the absence of better or no thinking, is to do something constructive. A slightly skewed antenna can lead logic to wrong places. People can be very smart in some areas and behave in ways…
Keep readingUnclothed of Thoughts
Unclothed of thoughts, murmuring in the breeze, Under the audience of the leaves, Where lips feel the warmth of other lips: Mine yearn for you, deeper in your kiss. By night we have our chance, Embraced in a candlelit trance; Though lifetimes keep our arms apart, In dreamscape realms, we…
Keep readingFirst to 8
(Version 2) 1. Board for 2 to 4 players. 2. Position your pieces how you like in your Home Zone. 3. Throw the dice. 4. The opponent’s piece is removed from the board when landing on the same square. 5. When landing on the E square, have an extra turn.…
Keep readingScratch pad: Riffing on “The Man Who Was Thursday”
INQUISITOR:“The Central Anarchist Council plan chaos, hidden behind the guise of philosophical debate and social reform. We need someone on the inside, someone who can navigate the complexities of their ideology and expose them. We’ve managed to secure you a position within their ranks. You will be known as ‘Thursday.’“…
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