The philosophy of judging is to project or reflect values and limitations. Perspectives emphasise the ethical responsibility to be accurate and fair while not criticising others. It’s important that decisions are based on facts and ethics; not subjective unfounded feelings. But subjective feelings seem to be the essence of Bonn’s species. What makes them different is subjective feelings. To build a highly effective and efficient machine, an android, one that is even five

‘How on earth do you know?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘You mean it’s a hunch.’ ‘A kind of inner sense. Hunch sounds…uncouth.’ ‘Oh come on. Are you letting intrusive thoughts in again?’ (Mumbles) ‘Ablist trash.’ ‘What?’ ‘Potash. I need to get some more potash.’ ‘What?’ ‘The roses. They can’t live on banana skins alone.’ ‘Are you all right?’ ‘Anyway I’m sure of it. He’s bullshitting.’ ‘Hmm. And how does your inner sense come up with this?’ ‘The notebook he lent

‘I am fucking interesting!’ she yelled. ‘I meant, perhaps you could adjust the topic of conversation to the audience.’ ‘It’s their business if they can’t keep up. Lazy fuckers.’ ‘Yes but they’re only in Year 3.’ ‘No time like the present to get educated. Best thing for them.’ ‘Anyway, the course co-ordinator suggested you might like to take a refresher course on child-centred learning techniques.’ ‘A what?’ ‘You know, just to make sure it’s uppermost in your co

The species is very curious. It’s easy to ‘create’ beings from silicon and plastics. Pod’s Quantum systems with replicator, can supersede a flesh being. One that can out-smart, out everything the carbon-based muscle-and-blood-bags. But doesn’t make them a ‘being’. Bonn doesn’t have a ‘friend’ and he needs one. The physics ‘essential’ to produce a replica is easy from minerals on their planet but there is something missing. How do you make a spirit, a character, a being

Mother watches Bonn surreptitiously. He sometimes goes a day or so not talking; not responding to anything around him. He just sits and watches the horizon, the skies or the wide valley below their encampment. Mother is a small-scale Flagship encompassing Quantum Computing, DNA Data and 5D Optics, but she can’t truly encompass or even assess loneliness. Bonn is the only member of his species on planet; nothing around him is on par with him. She watches his vital signs a

They arrived as if by magic. My relatives. The scroungers. Always on the prowl for a handout. Oh my god, I can’t stand them. Look at them. My mother, lives with her rich sugar daddy…who incidentally didn’t end up being so rich, and not only used up any money she had left, but then had to sell his fancy house, car and boat to pay his debts. So now they both live hand to mouth, but with an aristocratic lifestyle and expecting me to pay for everything. Here they come up the

Blowing gently…a mere zephyr moves the gentle giants that live outside my windows. They remind me that our planet is alive. They constantly keep me in touch with nature. Reminding me that in my busy life, nature is still one of the most important aspects of my life. They connect me with the planet, with the weather, with what might come. They are portents of storms that frequently come my way. A still day, the trees remain silent. Not moving, not talking. No noise. The

Mother’s Puter tells Bonn that this planet, although totally different from Homeworld, has completely different but similar flora and fauna. It doesn’t rain but water is drawn through the soil at night when the two moons pull upon the aquafer. The largest flora is the spook-reed that has evolved into being carnivorous. But there are extremely large mushroom forests which could be described as trees. These fungi-types can grow up to eight metres tall with a one metre trunk

Nights are strange things on this little planet. Under Mother’s protective laser dome Bonn can be outside the pod on sub-freezing nights. He has abilities to leap over 100 metres in length and height; the strength of a charging Grumblebum; and easily withstand extreme temperatures, day and night. The nights are never dark for the whole sky is full of twinkling stars like a sparkling blanket of shining lights. His favourite thing is lying on an air-mattress listening to anc

Silence, calm, serenity, nature. Peace. For me they are the natural environmental factors that give me peace. A calmness that makes me know I am part of the earth. I am a small part. Maybe I am an important part. Maybe not. I find peace in many other things; a relaxing conversation with someone special, a fun journey of discovery, haunting music or lyrics, beautiful architecture and art, learning something from people, animals or the planet, understanding and enjoying life

There are no lollies in the Lolly Factory. There used to be! When the factory actually produced real lollies. Varieties that would turn the head of the sweetest tooth. All shapes and sizes, all flavours, and all colours. It was shut down, because, management in their blinkered, philistine, misogynist way refused to see reason. You see, they manufactured a product by the name of Ladies’ Allsorts. And, it was a big seller. The varieties of lollies was exquisite…’delicious’ woul

Mother is a space-pod, a rescue-vessel, a mini-version of the mothership. But she wasn’t designed to raise one very young boy, on a small planet lost somewhere in the galaxy. Her parameters are to keep him breathing, fed and safe. Mother searches her data to help him ‘grow’ both physically and mentally. There is little to help him grow sanely with caution and wisdom. She finally finds a writing about more than just growth: “Caring for our metaphysical soil means carin

‘There are no words to this song, Hey lolly lolly lo, You make them up as you go, Hey lolly lolly lo.’* Step 1. Have a brilliant idea (preferably while drunk, in love, infuriated, or all of the above) and scrawl a two-sentence outline on a napkin. Step 2 . Earn the disapproval of the waiter for destroying the table linen. Step 3. Purloin the napkin (they don’t care anymore anyway) and forget how you managed to get home. Step 4. Take some Alka-Seltzer when you wak

Hmm what a day. I stood by my bowl for ALL to see…did they? No of course not. What is wrong with these humans? They can’t understand my language and they can’t even understand body language or even direct visual cues. They are moronic. I’m starving. They haven’t given me any meat and my secondary biscuit bowl is insultingly devoid of biscuits. Do they forget that I can’t open the fucking cupboard myself? Nor open the bag with its fancy kliplok seal…who could open those stup

“What do you mean I can’t go? We always go!! You promised us we would go. This is not fair; I always buy a big bag of Lollygobbleblissbombs. You promised mummy. It’s not fair, its its…” Marty breaks down to dribbling and whining as he stamps his feet and thumps his little fists into the un-mowed grass. This seems to bother the bull ants who are looking for any passing picnic at the time and don’t like the idea of being hit in the head by a snotty nosed 15yr old spoilt bra

I grew up in California, in a little town. My father sent me to buy a chocolate. I went to the store on my bike and had just enough to buy the chocolate. Later that day after buying the chocolate I found the wrapper and there was a winning ticket voucher with golden wrapping, saying ‘Come to Charlie’s chocolate factory and meet the crew and tour the factory.’ Dad said wow, great, it’s this Friday, two days away. I was greatly surprised and was all ready for the day. T

She felt the call arrive in her body. She could feel the insistence, the desperation, the intense feeling of uncontrollable rage. She walked out onto the deck and with wings outcast she cannoned into the sky. She followed the feeling but it was strange. It was a dark feeling on a dark, moonless night. But she didn’t need light, she had the feeling emanating in her body. She began to shake. The feeling was immense. It had never felt like this before. Her body was racked with

Bonn often sits on a small hillock watching the last sun dip below the horizon. Shadows cause the cold to rise from the grasses and aerate the millions of tiny Blue Bow Butterflies. They have laid on the ground all day gorging the soft nectar of the grasses then, at dusk, their tail wings spin like propellers giving them flight. The three flapping wing sets create a brilliant, iridescent, blue sparkling as they rise in the cold night air, twinkling blue stars drifting from

Curved fins curved in and out of the water. Bobbing along around us. I jumped in to join them. Googles clear, no scuba. A large breath and down I went. They moved fast and slow around me. I dived to 3m and held my breath as long as I could. Watching them engage with each other. What were they thinking? ‘What’s she doing here?’ or ‘Oh how nice she came to visit us.’ I remained vertical, spinning around slowly. They came gracefully closer to me. I reached out but didn’t touch

Dolphins are right here. Doing beach ball tricks gladly. They are in our hearts.