<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Sentient on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sentient/</link><description>Recent content in Sentient on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sentient/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Terra Byte</title><link>/stories/2017/07/18/terra-byte/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/18/terra-byte/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An interesting look at a computer interface of tomorrow. The bond between a geek or geekette and their computer is strong, but this tale takes that to a whole new level. This a very mild SciFi Romance. You will like this more if you are a geek or geekette, but even if you are not, you can still appreciate the romance side of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The offer was too good to pass up. Euphrates was upgrading their system to use the new artificial intelligence system created for them by Applesoft and needed people to test the AI interface. In exchange for a twenty-five percent discount on all orders for two months, I signed up to be one of the beta testers before the system went fully live. I don’t know how many of us there were worldwide, but they acted like it was a big deal with a select few. Maybe it was. I didn’t hear of anyone else among my friends who was taking advantage of this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dollspeak</title><link>/stories/2011/11/28/dollspeak/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/28/dollspeak/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We hit their camp just before dawn, took most of them out in the first strike. The rest fought hard, as they always do, fought to the death, but it was soon over. Luckily we didn&amp;rsquo;t lose anybody, though I took one in the leg.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While we waited for the chopper, one of their trucks pulled up. There was a white flag fluttering on the antenna. Four troops leapt from the back of the truck. They had white armbands, as did the driver. It was the one note of civility in the war. We allowed each other to retrieve our dead. We kept their weapons, of course, but let them keep their packs and personal gear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>