Category: Sketch of Sam Monroe
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The Robots Are Here (Vlog)
Automation is a hot topic these days. There are lots of ramifications. Whether they be economic, social, or psychological the domain in which they lie is well suited to philosophical exploration. In this super breif video I go over some recent developments that depending on your perspective are yet another step in either liberating or…
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Why Physical Copies Still Matter
GET A FILING CABINET…especially if you’re a hospital. (Repost of Swtiched to Linux Video) Sometimes other people say things really well. So I share. Switched to Linux Channel Link | CLICK IT! Call Me An Idiot Here http://www.minds.com/Weirmellow Or Here mellow.mission.productions@gmail.com Support This Here http://www.subscribestar.com/TFJ Or With PayPal
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𓇽. The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.5 – Nullification 𓇽.
𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. “Well you’re certainly supposed to be dead.” “Am I?” “Yes.” “I am dead?” “Yes.” “And what are you?” “This again…” “Do you consider a period a sentence?” I was tired of being riddled by ghosts. “Well, sonny Jim I’ll answer for you. You are a period. I am a sentence.”…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.4 – Cameron
Stunned and speechless I wheeled around. How familiar. I knew this face. This face that smiled at me with thin lips. “Gr…grah..am?” I stuttered. The lanky tweed clad thing chuckled. “Hardly.” I just gawked. “That fool nephew of mine has gotten you into quite the conundrum. But I suppose it was in the cards…” “Nephew?”…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.3 – Marooned
It had taken some time to locate the third tree. As I burst through the canopy I saw that the balloon had stopped. The thing hovered over the thicket about a football-field away. ‘Shit.’ Had they seen me? How would they? There would be no reason to scour the treetops. Unless these were Saturn’s soldiers.…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.2 – South-East
My task now lay in tracking. A task rendered doubly difficult due to the need for stealth. I didn’t know if the balloon was friend or foe. If I found a suitable tree every mile or so I would follow the UFO. Since it was unidentified and indeed flying the acronym fit. I was glad…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.1 – Rope
That’s not right. That tree wasn’t there. None of this was there. I’d looked down at the trail. I’d looked for only a few seconds. Schmidt was behind me. Lucas just ahead. The sounds of our over-encumbered out-sized expedition echoed all around. Now there was an eerie silence. Now I was alone. It wasn’t very…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.0 – Pop Quiz
“I see that the test went swimmingly.” Thornton’s corny dad joke landed dully in the comm tent. He ignored the silence and our high-res grimaces. “If these coordinates are to be believed you boys are less than a month’s trek from your destination.” We groaned collectively. The old spook was fond of subtle psychological torture.…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.9 – Schulze
“Roderick!” Something wet and foul registered. “Roderick! …wake up….!” My hand closed round a cold roughness as I yanked it from my forehead. My eyes followed the motion panning left and to the floor. There lay a disgusting rag. “Wake up you sloppy drunk! We have to leave!” I was terribly confused. “Leave…?” “I saw…
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