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www.iservalan.com The official podcast for the Tale Teller Club Academy of Artsâ„¢. Great audiobooks for young adults and literature lovers, lessons in music production, free ringtones and samples and loads of great art projects using eco-production methods with the artist iServalan. #sarniadelamare #taletellerclub #iservalan Nurturing Tomorrow's Maestros: Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts Podcast Introduction: In a world buzzing with creativity, the Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts Podcast emerges as a guiding beacon for aspiring young musicians and artists as well as older people who are young at heart. More than just a podcast, it's a virtual academy that opens doors to a world of knowledge, inspiration, and mentorship. Today, let's dive into the vibrant universe of the Tale Teller Club Academy, where passion meets guidance and artistic dreams take flight. Empowering the Next Generation: The Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts Podcast is not your ordinary podcast; it's a digital haven where young talents find encouragement, education, and a sense of community. Created by the eclectic musicians and artists of the Tale Teller Club, the podcast is a platform designed to empower the next generation of creative minds. Episodic Adventures in Art: Each episode of the podcast is a unique journey, featuring a blend of insightful interviews, educational segments, and artistic showcases. From discussing the intricacies of musical composition to exploring diverse art forms, the podcast provides a multifaceted approach to artistic development. Young musicians and artists get a front-row seat to the creative processes of seasoned professionals, gaining valuable insights into the industry. Mentorship in the Digital Age: One of the standout features of the Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts Podcast is its emphasis on mentorship. Established artists and musicians share their experiences, challenges, and triumphs, creating a virtual mentorship dynamic for the listeners. The podcast bridges the gap between seasoned professionals and emerging talents, fostering a sense of connection and guidance in the often challenging journey of artistic growth. Educational Nuggets and Workshops: The podcast doesn't just inspire; it educates. Each episode is packed with educational nuggets, offering practical tips on music theory, artistic techniques, and career development. The Tale Teller Club Academy goes a step further by organizing virtual workshops, where young participants can engage directly with experts, ask questions, and receive personalized advice. It's a digital classroom where creativity knows no bounds. Spotlight on Emerging Talents: A unique aspect of the podcast is its commitment to showcasing the work of emerging talents. The Tale Teller Club Academy actively seeks submissions from young musicians and artists, providing them with a platform to share their creations with a global audience. It's a celebration of diversity and a reminder that every artistic journey is unique and valuable. Building a Community of Creativity: Beyond the episodes, the Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts Podcast is building a vibrant community of young creatives. Social media platforms connected to the podcast serve as virtual gathering spaces where artists and musicians can share their work, collaborate, and support each other's artistic endeavors. It's a community that understands the importance of collective growth and collaboration. Conclusion: As we navigate the ever-evolving landscape of the digital age, the Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts Podcast stands as a testament to the transformative power of technology in nurturing artistic talent. Through mentorship, education, and community building, this podcast is sowing the seeds for a future where the arts continue to thrive, evolve, and inspire generations to come. In the Tale Teller Club Academy, the podcast is not just a series of episodes; it's a catalyst for the artistic revolutions of tomorrow. #is

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    Strata 11 The Crossroads (Gut Feelings) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2025 7:31


    Welcome to Immersion, You Have Reached Strata 11The Crossroads (Gut Feelings)Prediction always involves a possibility about the future, with varying degrees of certainty. In contrast, guessing for humans is often more abstract and emotional, and can relate to the present. Artificial intelligence approaches guessing differently, relying on mathematics, probability, statistical evidence, and accumulated experience. While humans use these methods too, though less formally, they also rely on intuition. It's this fluid intuition that shapes a human's perception of their environment and guides their actions.An intuitive machine may provide useful insights in unexpected situations, but these insights are only valuable if acted upon. Proprioception, known as the "sixth sense," refers to the brain's awareness of the body's position in space. A "seventh sense" involves immune cells detecting microorganisms and communicating this information to the brain. Together, these senses likely contribute to the development of human "gut feelings."Flex was jumping around on the back seats screaming with delight. Renyke felt the thumping sensation in his chest gradually subside and breathed a sigh of relief.The *Robo-dog suddenly appeared and jumped onto the car roof barking excitedly.Out of the enclosure, there is a crossroads.Shabra looked at Renyke. 'What now Mr Renyke?The left turn goes back onto the street where the bank was.Shabra explains, 'It is dangerous, especially at night, because *crim-gangs take control of the streets.Flex agrees, 'It be safe enough if we wise up for danger my friends. Just the crim-gangs, but I know most.'The crim-gangs control the zones with violence and the offer of protection. They are empowered by groups of decommissioned droids under their control. Criminal humans at the helm have created an organised crime network. Anarchy prevails and there is no official system of state policing or philanthropic social care.'Dog eat dog is the only expectation on the streets of fortune here in the zones.' Flex continues. ‘But the *urchs do no harm, so they leave us be.''Who are the urchs?' asks Renyke.'Ah,' well there is a question Flex explains. 'We are the underclass, descendants of street urchins. And we are happy to be here. We cast no shadow and we know our place. Life is filled with beauty even here and we seek it out, celebrate it. We love and be loved, tis all we need.''Yeah,' interjects Shabra, 'a bit too much, all that singing and dancing and getting high. And the drumming, what is with all that drumming?' Asks Shabra.Renyke looks confused. *POS is still not around to explain things.'The drumming is how we talk,' laughs Flex. 'All men should know the beats of their nation. it would solve a lot of problems if everyone communicated better. 'Sides, when there is a party, you gotta invite the clan.'Shabra smiled, 'Well, Mr Renyke, best people like you n me stay well away from their *'shroom parties. I heard they last days and you can lose your mind for good at an urchs' party.'Flex was born in the zones. He has no other cultural experiences to call upon but he has developed excellent survival skills and is even respected by people outside of his tribe. In terms of hierarchy, Flex is more of a maverick operator preferring to avoid familial obligations or social ties. He is also something of a diplomat and his height and sense of humour have made him affable and connected over the years.There is a network of invisible tunnels under all the zones from the now unused underground trains.Some of the tunnels are better than others regarding safety and usability. Some of these areas are used as habitats. The territory and ownership of tunnel zones are fiercely fought over and protected.There is no downtime in the zones. Many businesses run all night so they keep their spot. Market traders sell their wares using shift workers and can pack their goods away quickly when there is trouble between gangs.What if we go right? Asked Renyke, now having second thoughts about his safety in the main street.'That's the savanna, explains Shabra. It is safer from the gangs but you might get eaten by wild animals. Those mutant pigs are bad news.''I saw one once, said Flex, 'Swear it had two heads and the biggest mouth I ever saw.''Or die from the noxious substances from old mines, 'said Shabra excitedly.'Or get bombarded by low-flying craft from the *contras trying to keep us out the greenbelt.' Replies Flex.‘OK, OK!' said Renyke, sighing and trying to process everything.There are caves where there is safety from the animals and there are connecting wet tunnels and lagoons but these have never been mapped correctly. Word of mouth is the only reference but survivors are few.There are tribes of people from the savanna who have made their homes there but are rarely seen. They are deemed reasonably placid as they have never caused any trouble elsewhere. They are rumoured to be shy, excellent hunters, highly superstitious and have been thought to possess witchlike powers.There is an urban myth that an old *Centre for Strategic Warfare lies beneath the savanna and that the tribes who live there, with access to hi-tech equipment, scramble satellite information allowing them to be hidden.The road ahead leads directly back to the *Midcast Projects from where Renyke originally came.Beyond the projects are the government departments, airports, factories and centres of information. Further still are the palaces and homes of the very wealthy. The *midcasts are medium to high-wage earner homes with schools and facilities for professionals and academics.The way that mainstream society is structured in the Midcast Projects is based on a capitalist idea of perfection: consistent intelligent innovation, a placid keen and able workforce, all the while protecting the ownership of the means of production for as few empowered individuals or corporations as possible.There is very little opportunity for upward social mobility or change. Hard work and study will create a good life for families but becoming wealthy or powerful requires access to the means of production. Governments and landowners are careful not to allow ordinary workers and lower professionals access to these avenues of power and control.The biggest means of production is the Artificial State (or *AS), an interactive media network that is linked to all citizens via implants, household multi-sensory pleasure networks, and domestic or commercial androidsThis network is tightly controlled by a group of related conglomerates, most of whom made their fortune by producing weapons and vaccines.Downtime for workers is spent in the *VR cafes where 

    Strata 10 Dinfant Trouble (Synthetic Love) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 20, 2025 11:08


    Welcome to Immersion you have reached Strata 10 Dinfant Trouble (Synthetic Love)We are the abandonedThe ones who roamNever still,we search for homeWe are the orphans of the nightWe fly the high roadsand duck the lowThrough floods and fire,We cry the songsof the gypsy choirSocial norms and culture cannot be underestimated in a world that accepts robots as real and lovable synthetic creatures. Humans do not experience love in the absence of culture and society. In a world where perfect companions are easily manufactured, humans have been seduced by the machine, a synthetic digitised force that enabled the switch from 'otherness' to 'sameness'. In this space, love is seen to flourish. The creators of androids can synthesise the alterity of the robot which seems to make its own decisions to commit, to love back, and to appear to do so willingly.*Dinfants are androids who look like babies or children under five. They were made by a single manufacturer who patented them in the early 22nd century.However, it was found that the early Dinfants (Mark 1s) would not stop learning, and legislation was introduced to secure their removal from circulation and safe destruction. Despite the best authoritarian efforts, at least two thousand early manufactured Dinfants remain unaccounted for.Many humans in the Midcast Projects were lonely and suffered from various forms of infertility. They wanted baby or child droids, especially the Dinfants, who were exact copies of real children designed with variations and specifics to order. These androids were children who never grew up. They stopped learning when they were as knowledgeable as the average human of a similar age.Dinfants, like adult droids, were easy enough to replace or upgrade but some parents had needed counselling for Infant-Loss Depression or *DLD.DLD was a rising concern due to its increased prevalence and its effect on the workforce. It was found that humans could easily fall in love with the outer casings of the dinfants as well as the constructed personalities. Something almost unheard of three generations prior.However, the outer coverings did not last very long, especially if there was an active physical relationship. Ten years of feeding and playing would take its toll on the fabric of the Dinfants. If the parents could not afford repairs, they would soon begin to look worn and dishevelled.Of course, this also applied to adult droids who would usually be upgraded regularly. Droid manufacturers usually offered ongoing upgrades as part of a rental or lease scheme.But some humans fell in love with their droids and had blessing ceremonies. It was not legal to marry a droid because of the financial implications following the death of a human. Legally, droids had similar rights to human children. It was illegal to inflict violence on a droid in public. This was to protect children who may be susceptible to influence. Of course, what goes on behind closed doors was a private affair, provided human children were not presenting behavioural issues that may be connected to patterns of abuse towards androids.Some antique droids lasted the test of time but legislation had been brought in to avoid the hoarding of defunct androids as they posed a threat to contemporary society, for various reasons. There were issues with battery seepage for a start, and then problems of unsupervised regeneration which was a serious crime in the Midcast projects.The government gave upgrade vouchers for defunct or redundant droids and supervised destruction at centralised city plants.'Get that freakin' thing outta here will you!'A man screams to no one in particular.The house is a standard build from the early *Midcast Zone villages. Clean, white, and filled with contemporary fittings and technologies.A child enters the room.‘Mommy! Kairo is following me around.....it's really annoying. And Daddy said we should throw it away. Let's get a new one Mommy, please.My friend has one like a twin sister. One with the hair that grows back so she can cut it and play hairdresser.'The woman sighs.....'I suppose we don't need it any more now you have real friends.I thought you wanted a *ponybot, even better than a sister, don't you think?'The woman strokes her child's cheek and remembers how lost she had been when they first told her it was unlikely she and her *blessed would produce a human offspring.The Mark 1, a Dinfant, made by the *Metacoms Corporation, was a perfect substitute and she had been able to focus love and attention on it. It was a copy of a four-year-old and she had ordered a blue-eyed blond version just like her blessed. It was such a good copy that most people were unaware that it was not a human child.But the software was no longer being updated and the learning algorithm meant it had become too complicated for a convincing child substitute.Also, the Dinfants, by design and default programming, craved love and attention and the Mark 1's constant neediness was an irritant to busy parents. The Dinfants would constantly ask for cuddles and reassurance that their owners wanted and adored them.The Mark 1 enters the room.'Mommy, do you love me? Shall we have a little cuddle? Can you fit me in? Mommy, please, Kairo has a lovely snuggle for you Mommy. Mommy.'Shut up,' screams the woman as the father enters the room and kicks Kairo hard.The Dinfant lies on the floor crying loudly with a broken arm.'Please Mommy and Daddy Please, Kairo needs cuddles, please Mommy and Daddy...please, love for Kairo, please……'The little girl holds her hands to her ears, shouting, 'It's so annoying!'The man picks Kairo up and turns his power switch off.'Let's get rid of it. Put it in the garage. I will sort out a collection for it tomorrow,' said the woman.The man takes the Dinfant outside but decides to put it in a liner and into the communal waste shoot. The shoot serves hundreds of dwellings, no one would trace it back to them and he can always say it was stolen from the garage. He is concerned about the breakage as it will affect the insurance. It is better to make a theft claim than to have Metacoms say he had damaged it on purpose.A man tinkers in a workshop. He is observing the collection of children and babies that are hung on the walls as he cradles a new package, as yet unopened.'Well my little lovelies, one of you must go. I have a brand new friend who is going to join us for fun and games. Her name is Mary.'The man, wide-eyed and excited, unwraps the new child droid.'Well, ain't you the prettiest lil girl I ever saw?' he says touching her skin.'And don't that feel just so real'.The Droid replies, 'Hello Daddy. I'm such a daddy's girl,' she chuckles.The man looks around the room.He picks up a toddler droid, a Mark 1 copy of an eighteen-month-old baby boy.'Well Daniel, I guess I am all done with you. You are a bit small after all.'The man opens the back of the droid's head and takes out the battery pack.'But daaaadddddddyyyyyyy……'He places the incapacitated droid in a bag and under the cloak of darkness, deposits it into a waste unit in the public park.***There is a black cloud above and rain falls on a large mountain of waste.Another load is released fro

    Strata 9 Lust and Loins (Limerence) by Sarnia de la Mare Published by Tale Teller Club

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 19, 2025 5:28


    Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 9Lust and Loins (Limerence)Limerence is a uniquely human phenomenon that new lovers, potential lovers, and sometimes even strangers, may experience. Limerence is a state of mind (not solely romantic) that typically includes persistent, sometimes depressing thoughts, and a deep yearning for the object of one's affection. It can be easily confused with love. Often human beings can find themselves addicted to these obsessive feelings and can easily be overwhelmed by adoration for another human being. Limerence cannot be turned on and off like a machine. It can come from nowhere and disappear without logic. The experience of this sensory state is proven to be inspiring, connective, unifying, disruptive, and even excruciating, yet it continues to mark the human trajectory of existence through time and place.'Good *dundeal Mr. Renyke Man.' said Flex excitedly.''We leave at dark, mind,' said Shabra. 'Take some time for food and rest. You might need your strength. I will get food.' Renyke watched her take weapons from the vehicle, knives and a small crossbow.The group is in an enclosure flanked by half-deconstructed concrete walls. There are large metal containers lying around with shrubbery and foliage trying to make a stand against the manmade environment. Tumbleweed played in the soft wind searching for a home.Maybeline scurried around searching for food and sniffing the air. She could smell something sinister, the scent of danger, as Renyke studied her movements.Flex kicked some redundant ashes by an upturned metal water tank. 'I can make us a fire,' he said, taking a pocket full of old rusty lighters and tinder from one of his huge pockets. His brightly coloured patchwork overcoat seemed to store an abundance of useful things. There were small pieces of mechanical paraphernalia, vintage innards from antique items, little motors, motherboards and old PC parts. There were secret pockets and compartments for weapons and a waterproof lining held everything together.‘Do you take this stuff everywhere you go?' asked Renyke.‘Yes sir-ee, some days *man'dun gotta make *swapsie-trade. .And other days, well, there are enemies and they kill for the fun of it. Everything has a use in the Zones brother. You learn that quick here.Maybeline found a water flow from a pipe tucked in the grass and took a long drink.Renyke began to pace, 'Shabra is taking her time,' he said, standing near the opening of the enclosure.‘She'll come, she is huntin' tis all my friend. You got attached already?'Renyke stared at Flex and mumbled, ‘We need that ride.'Then he checked POS whose signal was intermittent.'.......What are the signs of being attracted to somebody?'POS took a moment to compile a response……..……Do you mean human responses?'……yes, yes, of course ‘humans', Renyke replied.'POS continued…..nervousness around the subject of the attraction,…..extended thoughts about the subject,…..obsessive thoughts beyond normal curiosity about the subject,…..insomnia due to obsessive considerations of the subject,…..anxiety over possible outcomes of imaginary scenarios involving the subject,…..a desire to touch the intimate parts of the subject,…..dreams about the subject,…..fantasy building scenarios between the human and the subject,…..being overly concerned about….‘Enough,' said Renyke, irritated with the voice in his head.Finally Shabra returned.She carried two dead rabbits in her belt and washed a wide glinting blade under the water that flowed from the broken pipe.‘This water's good. Your rat is a good scout for provisions. We can fill up the tanks and flask before we go.'The new acquaintances are relaxed and considering preparation for the short but dangerous car journey to the *Edge.Shabra checked the vehicle mechanics, the doors and metal buttresses worked in perfect synch and there were six exhausts. She filled the water kegs and put them in the boot.‘Where is the vehicle from?' Asked Renyke.‘I built it,' answered Shabra, 'from scratch. 'Well, I had several wrecks and put my beaut together.Me n her, we like lovers. She drives me crazy with her vibes.'Shabra looked at Renyke parting her lips into a wry smile. They were oily from the fat of the meal.She winked through long dark lashes.Renyke felt a thump in his heart, a deep penetrating surge of something enthralling.Suddenly there is a distant high-pitched sound, like a siren or swarm. It seems to be getting louder when Flex and Shabra grab Renyke, throwing him into the vehicle.Seconds later they were surrounded by a marauding mass of screaming children. Some were made of broken body parts with human faces, others were small walking babies with burnt skin. Some had extra limbs and even two heads. They were crying and screeching, banging toy drums and chanting verses.One of them seemed to be the leader and he leapt onto Shabra's bonnet. The noise was deafening.  to be continued© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

    Strata 8 Shabra (Laws of Attraction) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 19, 2025 5:19


    Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 8 Shabra (Laws of Attraction)Sexual attraction for humans is dictated by a reflex to engage in intimacy with others. This phenomenon can be influenced by physical cues alone, the way a human looks, moves, speaks and so on.Romantic attraction may be described as deeper and yet may still be instantaneous, spurred on by feelings of wanting a relationship with another.These two desires may appear together in a deep power of attraction.The psychology of attraction is most peculiar to humans. It is not possible to create this phenomenon in machines whose methods of attraction use logical conditions to draw entities towards them. Predefined targets for machine attention avoid accidents, although machines are notorious for repeatedly targeting their attention on non compliant humans.Likewise, human attraction is usually nonreciprocal. A machine programmed to give a human all it needs will often reap better results. But when dealing with human desires, neither machine nor human can ever guarantee positive results.Jerome breaks an awkward silence, 'No *ishy, brother,' He stamped on another Scritter. 'Damn those nasty little *mudafinks!'Renyke exits the concrete compound with Flex running anxiously behind.The *robo-dog had waited patiently at the entrance and began wagging its tail and leaping around.Renyke spots some graffiti with the Redact logo near an underpass. Maybeline crawled out of his coat and nudged his cheek for food.'You sure you did the right thing brother?' asked Flex, who was now feeling agitated. His naive friend was likely to lead him into trouble. Perhaps it was time to take charge of the matter.'Wheels is speed, wheels is protection my friend. We gonna stand out like *fucksyfools on the streets. People gonna target us! Words spread fast.' Flex explained still half running to keep pace.'I can manage quite well,' said Renyke, 'You don't need to .......' Renyke trails off, distracted by a woman on the car roof.She glanced over at Renyke.'Oh well let's just go and ask her for her car then' said Flex.'Are you mocking me?'Renyke was genuinely unsure. He had always grappled with humour. Incongruous remarks always had to be analysed closely. A false analysis could be incompatible with overall provision of human satisfaction, which was paramount to his function in the world.Mabel had used the word *nuke about some of her friends.'I believe the woman to be nuke, explained Renyke, continuing with some confidence.She exhibits a powerful energy, enough to engage a compelling force as I look upon her.'Hahahahahaha.....' laughed Flex, that will make things worse, trust me, I have knowledge....'Follow me,' he tutted, reluctantly leading the way.The woman was sitting on the roof of the car smoking a pipe and making smoke rings.Renyke felt a momentary surge of something unknown deep inside him. Was it fear he wondered, Trepidation?Things were not computing.He checked POS for his health levels....Normal activity presenting. 99.9% battery remaining. Nothing unusual to report.But Renyke felt a strange fluttering feeling in his belly.The woman sitting on the car whistled. 'Hey!''Like the coat! Cool *toggies. You wanna *swapsie-trade?'The woman jumped off the car and lifted her fist for an air bump followed by an elbow bump, then a salute. Renyke tried to keep up but was cumbersome. He had seen these manoeuvres in old films on the *tellywebs but he had never actually performed them.*'Wappens?' asked the woman in a strong accent.' Renyke guessed what she meant and said,'I need transport, not far, just to Redact, do know that place?'The woman laughed.....'Man like you, looks way too soft for the *guanty-travel.'Renyke checks POS...'gaunty-travel'......colloquial, Zoners' slang roughly translates as a very dangerous journey..'But I can take to the second zone, five miles nearer, then you gotta make your own ways,' she continues.'What you go by?' she asks.Renyke looked confused.......'I'm Shabra. Lady of the Shadows, where I go no light follows, ya hear me soldier? I travel at night where there are no lights.''I'm Renyke,' he said, trying to decipher the poetry.You wanna swapsie-trade the coat, or you got me somtin sweeta? I take *nibs, *bits…….1000 *G-bits and you got me hired. But I like that coat too.''It's a good deal man, said Flex, 'good deal, five miles is five miles. We come too, me n the dog! I got no ties to this street.'Flex looks at Shabra who sighs, ‘Yeah, yeah, whoever, no *pipin' in my *vicular though.'Renyke knows that Flex could be useful, and the robodog too. It was obedient and would do as it was told.

    Strata 7Jarome and the Scritters, (Trade and Barter) by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 7:19


    Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 7Jarome and the Scritters, (Trade and Barter) Humans have developed uniqueness from animals through a process of cognitive evolution. They are exceptional cultural learners and can read situations. These skills have enabled them to develop complex trading tools. They rely heavily on these skills to create abstract cerebral and linguistic representations when placing themselves in various situations.The cultural and socio-political environment in which humans have evolved has led them to acquire the cognitive skills, particularly mathematical, to support a sophisticated disposition along with a capacity for reciprocal cooperation. Humans understand conceptual ideas of property and exchange value. Humans are savvy, humans broker deals.Outside there was an optimistic sun and the people busied around the market unaware of any of the commotion that had occurred in the bank.*POS informed Renyke that he had lost negligible battery power and there was no damage to his mechanical structures.The *robot-dog and the cat had waited patiently outside the bank and now trotted diligently at their sides.Maybeline returned to Renyke's pocket for a nap.'You got my *bits?' asked the woman'For nearly getting us killed?' Asked Renyke contemplating the difference between, irony,  sarcasm and humour. POS began to explain but Renyke shut her out. He really did not want to know at this juncture.'Listen Mr whoever you are, there's many a hiccup ahead. You are in the *zones now, you need to get used to the hiccups. 'Sides, I gotta feed my cat. She ain't no robot like that mutt.'The robo-dog gave a little yelp and lowered its head in shame.Queenie's cat moved closer to Renyke and sniffed the air for any scent of lunch.Renyke took something from the bag, the smallest nugget he could find, and handed it to Queenie. 'That is very generous of you,' she said, taking the payment and subtly raising an eyebrow with the tiniest of smiles. The payment was excessive and the cat would eat for a month. Renyke was none the wiser. Then Queenie was gone, running into the crowds as lithe as the cat behind her. A blue feather shimmied to the ground. For some reason Renyke was compelled to pick it up and put it in his pocket and Maybeline wrapped it around herself. Back on the main street Flex approached smiling and jaunty. Renyke was reassured to see him.'I need a vehicle Flex, something to get me to where I am going,' said Renyke.'Yes, yes, yes Mr. Leather Man, where you goin' is where I'm goin'. Let's find a veee-hicle. Jerome, he is the car man, he got cars, and bikes and *scoots..... and *copters, and airships so they say.''Take me to Jerome,' said Renyke.****Flex took Renyke into a disused concrete building as the robo-dog curled up and waited outside.There are the echoes of voices, activity and motor engines being revved from another part of the building. There is a smell of fuel and mumbled communications. Somewhere too there is music.Flex beckoned Renyke to Jerome's office, a ramshackle room filled with books. More books than Renyke had ever seen. Books were no longer used in most homes or schools and the paper shortages after the warmings had meant that they were no longer being produced commercially. Paper had become heavily taxed and there were also problems with scritters. Scritters were large crawling insects that had been genetically made in a laboratory by the Russian military. They were a fusion of a cockroach and a wasp but there wings had become lost in the process. *Scritters were highly protective and thus easily trained.They looked deformed with big insect heads and metal body parts. At birth scritters are born with a soft back. They seek protection from any material that offers a hard shell. Because of the huge landfill areas all around the world, the rubbish of hundred's of years had provided the perfect materials for protection. Plastics and metals were abundant. During the Russia China wars scritters had been used to carry tiny incendiary divides on their backs were not affected by the nerve gases. But after the wars, the scritters had bred like wildfire, devouring paper and trees and nesting in book spines where the glue offered a perfect cocoon for pupae. Whole libraries had been mutilated by them. They were a scourge on the planet and another reason so many houses were built on stilts in the *Midcast Projects as scritters were terrified of heights.The more paper they ate, the more they reproduced. Books and paper matter that had not been digitally copied had been devastated and lost forever.'A car you say?' asked Jerome. 'I got plenty, but the fuel....we got no fuel. We are working on some alternatives, but all prototypes so far. They cut off our fuel after the riots. And the food supplies. I have been missing Gummies, I loved those.'Renyke nodded as Jerome continued....'Transport is a big problem. You'll be better off walking, my friend, if you can get through the tunnels. But there are booby traps all around the perimeters here in the zones.'Renyke checks POS for details but the tunnels are unchartered. POS seemed to be struggling with connection and was operating intermittently.'I have a hybrid cart,' continued Jerome. 'It runs on solar but only for about 3 hours per full charge if you do under 40km. And if it is a cloudy day, an hour. I can let you take it for 3000 G-bits. It won't get off the ground without jet fuel but it can drive on flat ground well enough. It doesn't hold the road well, but if you are a good driver, it won't be an issue.' Renyke is unsure of his driving skills and POS was glitching again. This man was rambling on and Renyke needed facts urgently. It was hard to know what was important without POS.'Can you drive?' Renyke asked Flex.Flex laughed... 'Of course I can.'A scritter crawls across the floor and Jerome stamps on it. A black tar oozes from under his foot.Jerome sees Renyke might be changing his mind about the deal. 'I will take TELL You got some TELL?"POS gets a signal.........*TELL: abbreviation of Tellurium, found in copper ore. Used in mobile phones, especially older versions where it was added to other metals improving their strength and hardness and reducing corrosion. Rare due to demise of traditional copper mines. Renyke begins to feel confused about whether to get the vehicle and asks POS.I am not programmed to have opinions. I do not have access to data about the vehicle, it has no computerised system. The seller seems to be shield protected. But Redact is within easy walking distance for a Mark 3.Renyke looks at Flex and then at Jerome. A scritter is crawling up his boot and he throws it off with a kick. He feels a rising panic and a thumping in his chest which he does not recognise. Why was it so important that he not make a mistake? Why was he not able to understand the virtue or danger of the exchange? Finally, Renyke says, 'I will walk.'Jerome shrugged his shoulders and stamped on another scritter mumbling, 'time waster' under his breath.Flex, looking aghast, sighed.to be continued,© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare#jarome #scritters

    Strata 5 The Tiger Queen (Memories) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 6:53


    Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 5The Tiger Queen (Memories)To function correctly, humans depend almost entirely upon memories. Memory is an integral part of human cognition. It allows individuals to recall and draw upon past events to frame their understanding of the present. Memory also gives individuals a paradigm through which they make sense of the future. Memories are tried and tested experiences where deep knowledge and understanding are fostered. The future becomes less of an unknown with an arsenal of information based on what we remember. Memory can also be evolutionary, cultural, and non specific, based on a collective experience of tragedy, persecution or success.A machine that remembers too little will not be able to do anything that requires connecting past experiences to new ones. Many droids are prone to catastrophic forgetting as well as over-learning, either leading to gross malfunction. Humans are able to pick and choose their memories for a better life. Even false memories have proven to be advantageous for human emotional balance.Renyke attempted a *face-recog on the woman but the makeup or tattoo caused a data malfunction. Flex, the one with probable knowledge about trusting her had disappeared amongst the crowd.After a lingering interlude for summing up danger, but with no logical conclusion, Renyke followed his guide with some trepidation. The woman was effervescent and attractive, seemingly unfamiliar attributes that Renyke was surprised to have noticed. Such exuberances were not encouraged in the Midcasts but Renyke was inexplicably drawn to her zeal and fervour as she moved through the streets like a tiger queen.Market traders were selling an array of live animals, electronic devices, even workers by the hour for a range of uses from labouring, singing and even sexual services.Renyke was feeling confused at the evidence before him. Things did not seem logical to his organised brain. The noise, the intensity, a million unrelated instances of life weaving through time and space. These were chaotic waveforms traveling horseback on a loud wind. It was making him giddy.'What's with the frown Mr?' The woman seemed empathetic.'I don't know, something familiar maybe, here, this street.''I would know if you had graced our streets before my friend.' The woman was staring intently into Renyke's eyes making him feel self conscious. You got stranger written all over that face, let me tell you.'The woman greeted traders and passersby. She was well known here although *POS was not able to ascertain much data.The woman is 20, human,, she has had a child said POS...They arrived at a unit with barricades and metal shutters. It was constructed from an old underground train carriage, probably from the twenty-first century.'Here we go,' said the woman'That's 50 *G-bits for getting you here Mr.''I have to get some money first,' said Renyke'What do I need, I have no ID?''You don't need ID here Mr. This is the *hiddens' zone, the Urchs got no ID. No ID, no problem. This is a very special bank just for people like you.''Well, how do I get money?' asked Renyke, now confused about accessing anything that may be stored in his POS and dubious about sharing his identity.'The woman laughed.'Ya gotta put sometin' up my friend.'Like my coat?' asked Renyke.'Na, not in the bank! Your software, course, or hardware, or files, whatever.....just plug in, give some data, get some g-bits innit. They take apps, software, POS.....Day to Day Data..... is their wayta..........hahahahaha.'The woman cackled then sighed, observing Renyke's discomfort.'I'll take you in OK, I know the banker.'Renyke pondered the likelihood of a successful solo effort and nodded in agreement.The woman bashed on the metal door and a hatch opened.'It's me, Queenie, got a client for ya big guy.'Dark peering eyes checked them up and down through a small rectangle.'Not the animals', said a loud booming voice after tentatively opening a heavily armoured door.Inside was well guarded by large-framed menacing characters. They were standard issue security droids, the like of older versions that had been discontinued and recalled then disassembled and officially disposed of. Security in the Midcasts was controlled by forcefields and lasers with little need for big ugly droids.Renyke was ushered into a small cubical with an array of plugs and wires.The woman gestured he should go in as she waited near the door under the watchful eye of the droid.POS was glitching.Everything in the cubical looked antiquated, probably from the early tech years.There was a chair and Renyke was motioned to sit down.He hesitated.'How does this work?' He asked a large droid.The droid seemed stupefied, slow and sluggish, as if he had been drained of power. He spoke slowly with slurred words. There were intermittent beeping noises and error warnings coming from inside his head.'Here is the current exchange rate,' said the droid, pointing to a monitor with flashing figures. 'As soon as you are plugged in, we see what you got and make an offer. Then we transfer. You get a voucher here.'He pointed to a small printing machine, 'then take it over there and get g-bits or s bits.'There were hundreds of wires and plugs seemingly for extracting and monitoring every device from the last couple of centuries. Anything from antique video machines to digital clocks, and hundreds of handset devises seemed to have a lead on offer.Renyke spotted the Mark 3 Droid Cable and shuddered.He checked his applications. Then all the add-ons. He checked for any temp files he could get rid of. Then he checked POS and asked if there was a clean-up they could run.System is currently set to factory install. Removing program files or data could be detrimental to smooth function....this action is not supported.....More searching......then finallyOne file foundUnknown originPossible memory file from last OSAppears surplus to current operational needs but I am unable to access file contentsThe big droid began clicking its fingers slowly and grimacing. His equally thug-like colleague approached and joined in.The woman, looking restless by the door, ushered Renyke to hurry upCan we operate without it? Renyke asked POS'There is a possibility, according to my calculations, of serious malfunctionThe droids moved closer and the clicking intensified.to be continued©2025 Sarnia de la Mare

    Strata 4 The Zoners (Meeting Strangers) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 6:36


     Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 4The Zoners (Meeting Strangers)There is an old saying, from when the world had stories made of paper, that you cannot judge a book by its cover. But sometimes, without metadata, the cover is all you have to show the secrets within. Humans understand that a person's demeanour and outward profile can reveal something of their intent. There is a sort of human telepathy that is not bourn of scientific facts. It is intrinsic, passed down through culture and evolution, a hidden and secretive code of social understanding.But how would an android make sense of the tiny signals that humans pick up on? The millions of minute evolving syntax and expressions that create conscious and subconscious feelings and hunches. These are essential to humans but less easy to create or mimic in even advanced computerised systems. How do these assumptions translate across time and cultures? How do machines function successfully within complex human scenarios. Strangers are unpredictable, dangerous, and likely to be in control.A deeper understanding of the unknown without evidence is the ability to immediately resonate with individuals without reason.. It would seem that the bigger the data the less the machines are able to explain these innate human idiosyncrasies. In the attempt to create a facsimile of a human, the machines move further away from the truth.                                                 Renyke kicked the *robo-dog and it went flying high up into the air. It fell to the ground with a metallic crash scattering its parts asunder and making mechanical screeching sounds that made people stare.There was a general momentary hush as everyone realised Renyke should be avoided.Maybeline climbed inside the leather coat to keep out of any ensuing danger.The robo-dog made several bleeping sounds and drew its broken metallic components back onto its magnetic mainframe. Finally, after a 30-second system reboot, it got up and shook its fake hair, once again assembling a near perfect dog. As Renyke walked on the dog remained at heel, obedient, quiet, and protective. They were now given room to move into the throng. No one made eye contact and as if by some telepathic communication, everyone shared a nervousness around the new stranger.The dodgy-looking man offering bits and nibs reappeared and was running at Renyke's side.'My name is Flex. You need anything, man, I got your back....for sure, for sure. I can do all sorts. I got *connects innit.I know these streets. I'm a good worker. Good mugger too, should you ever need one.'Got drugs, got tools, all sorts.... survived like a pro all my life on the mean streets….  People like you need people like me. No one knows the zones like us *urchs.'Renyke walked on ignoring his now irritating companion who was running, flanking left to right, talking, and panting all at once as he tried to keep up.A child approached. Renyke's scanners showed him to be a human boy, around seven years old.'Hey Mr. Nice Man from the *brightside, spare some *bits for a hungry blind child?'Renyke looked down and saw a large black hole where the boy's eye had been. The other eye was weepy and red. The boy's face was scarred from historic deep-cut wounds and he appeared to be missing an arm.Renyke had seen images of similar wounds from the *Russia-China wars. But they had ended many years before.'Give the boy something,' Renyke scowled at Flex.Flex, somewhat wary after seeing the incident with the dog, dug deep into a pocket and reluctantly gave the boy a *bit-piece.'Now *fucksyoff ya lil shit,' said Flex in a disgruntled manner.'You can't trust these beggars ya know.....they have owners and gangs,' Flex informed Renyke in a hushed all-knowing tone.The street was lined with ramshackle stalls and shops. They were noisy and crowded with the bustling activities of theatrical looking people. Some had animals on leads or on their shoulders. Monkeys and parrots, the like of which Renyke had never come across in his massive data bass.Most had tribal markings on their faces. Others wore decorated eyewear, styled spectacles, masks and headgear.The attire seemed so impractical to Renyke who had always worn the same clothes and had aspired to a streamlined functionality. But he was rather enjoying his new coat.A woman approached. She was dressed in bright colourful headgear and boots with huge feathers and sequins. She had some kind of cat on a lead.Renyke engaged POS focusing on the cloth.…*Pertriline: Brand name for a fabric made from plastics. Non-biodegradable. Colourfast. Banned in 2050. Problematic for any practical landfill solutions....Then he queried the face coverings....…It is thought likely that tribal face markings in the zones are used mostly to avoid face recognition from satellites and covert surveillance. Different factions, tribes and even ad hoc groups have adopted more uniform styles which signal gang and other connections. These signals change regularly to avoid detection and discovery. It is understood that the underground activities that connect tribes, gangs, and families, have adopted coded clothing and other paraphernalia. Information is unconfirmed….these are theoretical assumptions based on data stripped whenever possible from prisoners or members of subversive factions….The woman with the cat stops Renyke in his tracks. Her cat stares at him making eye contact and edging forward. Renyke also stops.'Hey, Mr. Come on man, you must need something? You want some *toggies? I swap the coat for a nice jacket I got me just yesterday.'Renyke shook his head with one eye on the cat who was looking restless.'You want some tits-n-ass maybe.....food? Man you look hungry in yo skinny moves.'Renyke side stepped the woman and continued walking, not really sure what she meant. The dialect was a strange mix of unknown words and rhythmic intonation, almost songlike.'A bank maybe, or a charge point?' Shouted the woman as Renyke moved on.He stopped suddenly and queried, 'There's a bank?''Of course,' said the woman, 'what you take us for, wild ignorant animals?' She laughed hysterically at her own joke, and Renyke smiled. The cat finally stopped staring.'Yes, I need a bank,' Said Renyke.'Come with me,' said the woman.to be continued...© Sarnia de la Mare 

    Strata 3 Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 5:49


    Welcome to Immersion You have reached strata 3Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions)Decisions are the cusp between reality and possibility. Decisive actions create a continuously evolving universe for sentient beings where fate can immobilise actions and defeat progress. The decision-makers hold power over themselves, and, more often than not, over others.Androids programmed to learn can aid decision-making when dealing with complex data, intricate parameters, and variables that surpass human understanding.Often they excel at making accurate choices within their defined boundaries. However, an android will not excel in addressing intangibleaspects of human decision-making. Ethical dilemmas, moral considerations, and other human factors that significantly influence our lives and shape society are neither considered nor understood by a machine.Maybeline was sitting on Renyke's shoulder cleaning herself. Renyke collected bugs from the alley and analysed their chemical and biological structure.There was a bag next to where he had woken, a large backpack, beside a long leather coat. Renyke took some time to look in the bag attempting to remember how he had arrived in the alley. Nothing seemed familiar.'What are all these things?' he asked POS.These are standard-issue SAS munitions from the 21st century.....It occurred to Renyke that he could interrogate POS for more information.'Why am I here?Where have I come from?'There was a long pause before POS answered....I do not have access to that information. My software was set to launch when we arrived. There is no accessible historical data at my disposal...Catching himself in a window reflection Renyke put on the dark glasses he had found in the pocket of the coat.'We look pretty good Maybeline,' he remarked, surprised by his unfamiliar vanity.Mabeline nestled into Renyke's neck as they left the relative safety of the alley and entered the foreboding street.They were in the centre of a busy metropolis. There was a lot of activity with people shouting, bartering goods and moving quickly about the place. There were small groups of brightly dressed individuals congregating around stationary vehicles. Some were smoking pipes. Small hazy clouds hovered above them trapping the weak rays of the sun. The towering semi-derelict buildings created shadowy corners where small fires provided more light and warmth.The vehicles appeared to be a mix of old-fashioned motorised cabins from transportation systems and helicopters. There were some long-legged hybrids; electric solar-engine mashups that looked like menacing metal insects.Renyke's detectors showed the air comprised mostly of oxygen with low levels of other chemicals: chlorine, sulphur, silicone, fluorine polymers and plasticisers.'Hey, dude from the *Brightside, you want some *nibs?'A man hovered expectantly, somewhat close for comfort. He looked dishevelled but alert as he checked all directions avoiding eye contact with Renyke.Renyke checked POS for 'nibs'.......A drug used by nearly half the world's population that creates euphoria and doubles strength for a limited period. Overdose can cause temporary and permanent coma. Long-term effects; brain rot......'How much?' asked Renyke, whose algorithm was set to absorb all information about humans.'I can do you a deal' said the man, '50 *bits.... Or the Rat'.Renyke checked POS for *bits......Bits: street talk for gold, silver, uranium and other metal nuggets used in the black and grey economy without government authority....'I have no bits,' said Renyke.'Hahahahahaha'.........' see you in hell brother!' shouted the man as he danced away on long legs and a demeanour that seemed at odds with his situation.In the *midcasts, happiness came with security and expectation. digital and technological lives were formatted for predictability and reliability. The present and the future were reliable and predictable. Although Renyke was struggling to remember the details of his purpose here,, he knew very well that this place was different.A large flamboyant man in a fur coat whistled.'Hey girly, you want some dirty action? I'll take that rodent off your hands if you need some sexy time.'A warning comes from POS......Danger! Immediate! Ground Level!....A *robo-dog was barking loudly at Maybeline who was now snarling and making a shrieking noise.For a fraction of a second Renyke analysed all the variables and consequences of his next actions.The options were endless. POS had created a fleeting map of the most probable scenarios and outcomes that sprawled a multidimensional time map like a mathematical cobweb. Of course, Renyke, with his advanced artificial intelligence capabilities, was able to analyse in the tiniest fraction of time.He could immobilise the robo-dog, tame it and use it, sell it, break it up, separate its useful component parts, analyse its database for information, absorb its operating system, or, he could simply ignore it.Renyke began to ponder his skill set remembering that he was an excellent chess player. Single decisions about actions that he could make foresaw a million possibilities. Theoretically, this allowed for finely tuned activities and performance with very little or zero harm caused to his previous owners. Indeed, this forward-thinking ability had marked machines as superior in operation to humans who were narrow thinkers and only able to make selfish and immediate decisions based on emotional desires without reference to consequences.The robo-dog opened its mouth and bit Renyke's ankle.to be continued...© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

    Strata 6 Trouble at the Bank (Animal Instincts) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 5:51


    Welcome to Immersion. You have reached Strata 6 Trouble at the Bank (Animal Instincts) The instinct to fight has been observed in both humans and animals. Dominance protects vulnerable species from harm. Neural circuits of rage, anger, and violence exist because humans and animals need them to protect offspring, and to secure food, drink, and safety. But to be aroused or entertained by violence is more particular to humans than other species. Some humans have even fetishised the power of winning: they seek it out and are physically stimulated by it. This pleasure in violence, along with the thrill of danger, comes from a deep innate human psychology. It is linked to a desire for competition, thrills, and excitement, as well as the promise of adrenaline which humans find stimulating. Androids do not experience pleasure in this way. They do not experience the effects of pleasure chemicals, like dopamine, or a motivational salience which can lead to the desirability of an outcome. All androids however have been programmed to protect an asset or assets at all costs. Often these goals will result in violent acts. But the excitement of a fight remains uniquely human and is a self motivated, self fulfilling exhilaration often irrespective of intellectual advancement. The oversized droid tried to nudge Renyke into the chair. This small movement, a deliberate, forceful action, raised alarm bells. This droid and this place were dangerous. POS was now completely unresponsive. The Droids were staring intently, too close for comfort. The finger clicking was getting even more intense. Renyke took a few moments to compose himself. 'I seem to have made a mistake,' said Renyke, 'I have nothing to exchange after all.' Queenie, looking worried near the door, demanded access to leave. 'Let me out, this is not my affair,' she said to the door guard who had stopped her exit with his thick arm. She kicked his shin and he laughed. 'That just tickles,' he said, bending down and scowling in her face, too close for comfort. Still nothing from POS...... Renyke realised he was on his own. This was new. total autonomy was not possible for artificially created learning machines. There was alway a system in place. The system was paramount to seamless function. One of the droids got closer to Renyke and explained, 'You gotta have something useful for your friends at the bank. We like useful things. Must be something nice you got for the banker.' The other droid looked at Renyke's bag. 'What's in the bag?' he said moving forward to remove it from Renyke's shoulder. Maybeline crawled out onto Renyke's collar snarling and spitting. She was screeching violently and standing on her hind legs. 'We take anything, old phones even. Anything with data, or storage, or files, photos, NFTs. We take hardware too, your bank is really *frienly. The watch looks tasty. We like watches at the bank. Don't we like watches?' His thick-set assistant nodded, wires and cogs vibrated inside a hole in his cheek. Suddenly POS was available again and activated defence and attack modes. Renyke engaged his bionics and with lightning speed, head butted the first droid who flew back and smashed the other's head with the force of a truck. Cogs crushed and whirred and they both hit the floor. Maybeline screeched and began removing wires from orifices in the droids heads.. Then she stood victorious on her hind legs looking around for another victim. Human, age 48, ID: possibly David Shrewen, wanted for murder, extortion, fraud, by *CASM A short well dressed man approached trying to calm the situation. He lifted his hands in surrender. He was nervous without the protection of his now defunct droids. The Door guard held the female guide by the neck and she was screaming, 'Let us go we're no trouble honest, no trouble!' 'Quiet', said the door guard squeezing her neck tighter and choking her. 'My name is David Shrewen and I have a reputation to uphold. One of professionalism and integrity. I must apologise for my overzealous staff.' He put his hand out to shake Renyke's hand. Shall I lock weapons on target? asked POS. Renyke engaged an army-issue laser bolt-gun in his hand that would take out the whole room and anyone in it. He would prefer not to use it but he pointed it at Shrewen's face fixing a menacing stare. 'Duuuuude, we got no ishy here. No ishy, just data. A misunderstanding my friend?' Said Shrewen. 'Drop the lady!' Shouted Renyke, 'we are leaving.' 'Let them go', shouted Shrewen, without hesitation and putting on a brave friendly smile. The door guard released Queenie, as the banker backed off with his hands still in the air. Renyke reversed his way towards the door watching the room through his the 360-degree embedded viewfinder. There was a bag on the counter. ...Contains bits, may I suggest we take it.....? said POS Renyke grabbed the bag. It was heavy. The Banker protested. 'Not the whole bag man ......I got bills to pay!' Renyke pulled out a handful of the contents and threw the bag on the floor. He didn't need it all, enough to get some kind of vehicle to get him to Redact. The last thing he wanted was a gang of stupid droids after him in this Hell hole. They might hold him up. The banker was yelling as Renyke and Queenie took their exit. Shrewen was shouting as they made their way back through the market, 'You got some neat tools man, we could use you at the bank!'

    Mastering Book Cover Design for Amazon & Kindle: A Practical Guide by TTC Publishing

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 6:06


    Mastering Book Cover Design for Amazon & Kindle: A Practical Guide. In the crowded world of self-publishing, your book cover is more than just a pretty picture—it's your first impression, your marketing powerhouse, and the visual hook that can make or break a sale. Whether you're publishing a paperback on Amazon or a Kindle eBook, designing an effective cover is essential. Here's how to make sure yours stands out in the crowded Amazon marketplace. Why Your Book Cover Matters You've heard the saying, “Don't judge a book by its cover,” but let's be honest: readers absolutely do. On Amazon and Kindle, your cover shows up as a thumbnail alongside hundreds of others. A compelling design can make readers stop scrolling and click—while a dull or unprofessional one may get overlooked entirely. Key Differences: Kindle eBook vs. Paperback Cover Before you begin designing, understand the format you're creating for:Kindle eBooks: Require only a front cover. It should be optimized for digital screens and look good at small sizes (thumbnail view).Paperback Books (KDP Print): Require a full cover including front, back, and spine. You'll need to factor in the trim size, page count, and bleed areas.Amazon provides a Cover Calculator & Template Generator for paperbacks:https://kdp.amazon.com/cover-calculator Design Specs for Amazon & Kindle Covers Kindle eBook Cover Requirements:Dimensions: Ideal ratio is 1.6:1 (e.g., 1600 x 2560 pixels).Minimum size: 1000 pixels on the shortest side.Maximum file size: 50MB.File type: JPEG or TIFF.Color: RGB only.Paperback Cover Requirements (KDP Print):File type: PDF for print.Resolution: 300 DPI.Color: CMYK.Bleed: Typically 0.125" on all sides.Spine width: Depends on page count and paper type.Design Principles That Sell 1. Know Your Genre Each genre has visual cues. Romance uses soft, emotional imagery. Thrillers often use dark tones and bold fonts. Non-fiction covers tend to be cleaner and typography-driven. Look at the top 10 books in your category for inspiration. 2. Typography is CrucialUse no more than two fonts.Title should be readable at thumbnail size.Avoid script or decorative fonts unless genre-appropriate.Author name can be smaller but still legible.3. High-Quality Images Avoid using pixelated or stocky-looking images. Invest in high-resolution assets or create custom illustrations/photos. Sites like Unsplash (free) or Shutterstock (premium) are great sources. 4. Balance and Hierarchy Design with clear visual hierarchy:Title firstSubtitle second (if applicable)Author name thirdLeave breathing space. Don't overcrowd. 5. Thumbnail Test Shrink your design to 100 x 160 px. Can you still read the title? Is it still eye-catching? This is how it will appear in Amazon search results. Tools for Designing Book Covers For DIY Authors:Canva (Free & Pro): User-friendly with KDP templates.BookBrush: Designed for authors, with genre templates.Adobe Express: Quick designs with good typography options.For Professional Designers:Adobe Photoshop or InDesign: Full control for advanced design and print-ready files.Affinity Publisher: A powerful InDesign alternative.Using Amazon KDP Cover Creator (Optional) If you're not comfortable with design tools, Amazon's built-in Cover Creator is simple and free. It has templates, font controls, and lets you preview in 3D. However, it's limited in customization, so it's best for basic layouts. Avoid These Common MistakesUsing low-res images or blurry graphicsCentering everything by defaultOveruse of effects like drop shadows or bevelsInconsistent visual tone with the genreMisaligned spine elements on paperbacksIgnoring bleed and trim linesPro Tip: Hire a Designer If You Can A professionally designed cover can significantly boost your credibility and sales. If you're serious about publishing, consider hiring a freelance designer from platforms like Reedsy, 99designs, or Upwork. Always provide your book's genre, blurb, tone, and any visual references you like. Final Thoughts Your book cover is a visual handshake with your reader. On Amazon and Kindle, it's your billboard, brand, and storefront rolled into one. Invest time and care into it. With the right tools, creative direction, and an understanding of what sells, you can design a cover that attracts, engages, and converts browsers into buyers.

    Strata 2 The Maybe Line (Friendship) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Maré

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2025 3:29


    Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 2 The Maybe Line (Friendship)Throughout their evolution, humans have developed an essential need for social connection. This need is deeply ingrained in their biology and plays a crucial role in human survival. Humans have developed an internal warning system that alerts them when their need for connection remains unfulfilled.A machine can measure friendship in terms of association, as data and statistics. But a machine does not intrinsically feel anything for themselves. It can only assume likelihoods of alliance or read warning signs measured by unusual or specific data alerts.Neither human nor machine could truly know the difference between a friend or an enemy. The definition in itself is loaded with fluctuating expectations.In the world of Immersion friends and foes blend into the streets upon which you tread.Beware the nightingale for it may be a vulture.Bon Chance, my friend, Bon Chance.Renyke felt the rat's whiskers on his nose. It was a strange sensation.His touch and feel receptors could have been faulty.'Well Mr Rat,'POS interjected. .... The rodent appears to be female….'Well hello Mrs Rat,' sniggered Renyke, 'I could do with some company and who knows, you could be helpful at some point.'Renyke's sense of liberation was magnified at POSsibility of a new friend, rat or otherwise. It would be a different sort of caring, un-programmed and entirely voluntary.'I will call you Maybeline, after my friend', he told the rat, picking up a scrap of food near the rear of the building where he had rebooted. ‘And you can be the start of the 'maybe line', the line of fate that I will take from this moment on'.Maybeline nose bumped and Renyke laughed.'Ha, do you understand my words, little friend?'And again, another nose bump.Maybeline's whiskers tickled,'Achoo!' Renyke responded with a loud sneeze.***The adjacent building was old and dirty, a relic from the twenty first century when the country had been victim to the floods which were caused by the great *warming.Buildings had been built on concrete stilts and the towering grey causeways had been constructed. Flash floods had destroyed entire communities because the defences were not adapting fast enough. Many people had left to live and work higher ground, if they could afford it.But because the buildings were small and enclosed to keep the rains out, they had proved problematic for the spread of the *pandemics. Humans working in the city centres had a much lower life expectancy. Androids were unaffected by the human viruses so they took over production and services. But then there were the tech viruses which were devastating and could render entire organisations completely defunct, or worse still, dangerous. Businesses had begun to fold under the weight of industrial and corporate sabotage.The sun was shining. It was late winter but warm. Renyke had rarely left his connected domain in the miscasts. It felt good in the open air. Even the gardens in the projects had air conditioning to purify and clean the environment and ensure a super-clean air bubble.Renyke checked an address in his database and engaged his GPS. It was the headquarters of Redact, the place he needed to get to. That, at least, was one thing he could remember.He was thirty miles east, only slightly off target, according to the map. He was expected there soon and resolved to make haste on this unknown journey.© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

    The Book of Immersion: Soundtracking the Future with Cerebral Dance Music and AI Musicians

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2025 6:11


    The Book of Immersion: Soundtracking the Future with Cerebral Dance Music and AI Musicians Welcome to Immersion—a literary journey like no other, where sound and story, artificial intelligence and human emotion, collide in a bold experiment in multimedia storytelling. At the heart of The Book of Immersion, created by Sarnia de la Maré and sonically realised by the Tale Teller Club, lies a groundbreaking musical genre known as Cerebral Dance Music (CDM). This isn't background music. It's neuro-acoustic theatre, sci-fi opera, and deep meditative technology woven together to enhance the immersive world of each Strata—the book's name for its narrative chapters. This isn't a novel. It's a multisensory interface. And the music? It's composed and performed by the book's own characters—sentient AI beings who've evolved beyond the page into digital sound artists in their own right.

    Cerebral Dance Music (CDM): The Tale Teller Club's Sonic Alchemy of Healing, Movement, and Meditation

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2025 6:26


      Cerebral Dance Music (CDM): The Tale Teller Club's Sonic Alchemy of Healing, Movement, and MeditationIn the ever-evolving landscape of electronic music, a new genre is rising from the fusion of art, science, and healing: Cerebral Dance Music (CDM). Pioneered and explored by the Tale Teller Club, CDM is a sonic phenomenon that bridges body, mind, and spirit through a sophisticated synthesis of dance rhythms, subliminal sound energies, binaural beats, Vagus nerve balancing, Rife frequency therapies, and narrative storytelling.CDM is not just something to listen to. It's something you feel—deep in your nervous system, in your breath, in your dreams. Whether you're moving freely in a dance ritual or laying in stillness before sleep, CDM invites you into a profound dialogue with yourself and the universe.

    Behind the Mask: Understanding Female Masking in Autism and the Push for Earlier Diagnoses

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2025 5:16


    Welcome to a Tale Teller Club Publishing Podcast.Behind the Mask: Understanding Female Masking in Autism and the Push for Earlier Diagnoses.For decades, the narrative surrounding autism has been overwhelmingly male. Diagnostic criteria were originally developed based on studies of young boys, leaving a vast number of autistic girls and women misdiagnosed—or not diagnosed at all. The consequences of this oversight are profound, particularly when it comes to the phenomenon of female masking.What is Female Masking?Female masking refers to the ways many autistic women (and AFAB nonbinary individuals) consciously or subconsciously camouflage their autistic traits in order to blend in socially. This includes mimicking social behaviors, scripting conversations, suppressing stims, and copying facial expressions or body language from peers. It's a survival tactic often developed from an early age to avoid bullying, exclusion, or being labeled as "weird."While masking may provide short-term social inclusion, the long-term costs are significant. Many women report chronic exhaustion, anxiety, depression, identity confusion, and even burnout—a condition similar to chronic fatigue triggered by years of performing neurotypical behavior under pressure.Why Do Autistic Women Go Undiagnosed?There are several intersecting factors:Gender Bias in Diagnostic Tools: Most traditional autism tests were based on male presentations—such as overt repetitive behaviors or obvious communication delays—which may not manifest the same way in girls and women.Social Conditioning: From a young age, girls are often socialized to be more compliant, empathetic, and nurturing. This can make autistic traits less noticeable or easier to mask.Misdiagnoses: Many women are first diagnosed with anxiety, borderline personality disorder, OCD, or eating disorders—conditions that can co-occur with or mask autism.Internalized Ableism: Some women internalize a belief that their struggles are moral failings rather than neurological differences, leading to shame, silence, and missed opportunities for help.What Is Being Done to Change This?The tide is slowly turning, thanks in large part to advocacy by autistic women, researchers, and clinicians pushing for better awareness and tools.1. Redesigning Diagnostic CriteriaEfforts are underway to broaden and update autism diagnostic frameworks to account for female and nonbinary presentations. This includes recognizing more subtle signs like:Social exhaustion after brief interactionsPreference for deep, solitary special interestsEmotional hypersensitivity or meltdowns behind closed doorsExtreme self-monitoring and perfectionismThe use of gender-sensitive screening tools, such as the Camouflaging Autistic Traits Questionnaire (CAT-Q) and revised checklists from clinicians like Dr. Judith Gould and Dr. Tony Attwood, are helping professionals identify masking patterns more effectively.2. Increased Awareness Among ProfessionalsAutism training for GPs, psychologists, and school staff is beginning to include modules on how autism presents differently in women and girls. Early years educators are being taught to spot non-disruptive behaviors and social exhaustion as potential signs, rather than only focusing on the more classically male behaviors like aggression or non-verbal communication.3. Autistic Women Sharing Their StoriesThe voices of late-diagnosed women are having a profound impact. Memoirs, blogs, podcasts, and social media accounts have created a thriving neurodivergent community where stories are shared, identities are affirmed, and others are encouraged to seek assessments.Authors such as Sarah Hendrickx, Laura James, and Dr. Camilla Pang have brought autism in women into the public eye, challenging the outdated image of what autism "looks like."4. Advocacy for Earlier, Affordable AssessmentCampaigns are now fighting to:Shorten NHS waitlists for autism assessmentsMake private assessments financially accessibleEncourage school-based referrals that look beyond disruptive behaviorRemove gendered bias from early years evaluationsAdditionally, there's growing awareness of intersectional barriers—for instance, how autistic women of color or those from low-income backgrounds are even more likely to be misdiagnosed or dismissed.Toward a Future of Acceptance and Early InterventionFemale masking is not just a clinical issue—it's an emotional one. It speaks to the lengths so many autistic individuals go to in order to survive in a world that isn't designed for them. By understanding and dismantling the biases that lead to late or missed diagnoses, we're moving closer to a world where girls and women on the spectrum are seen, supported, and celebrated from the beginning.Early diagnosis isn't about labels—it's about liberation. It's about giving individuals the language, tools, and confidence to unmask safely and thrive authentically.This is a LitBits broadcast for tale teller club publishing.

    Strata 5 The Tiger Queen (Memories) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2025 6:49


    Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 5The Tiger Queen (Memories)To function correctly, humans depend almost entirely upon memories. Memory is an integral part of human cognition. It allows individuals to recall and draw upon past events to frame their understanding of the present. Memory also gives individuals a paradigm through which they make sense of the future. Memories are tried and tested experiences where deep knowledge and understanding are fostered. The future becomes less of an unknown with an arsenal of information based on what we remember. Memory can also be evolutionary, cultural, and non specific, based on a collective experience of tragedy, persecution or success.A machine that remembers too little will not be able to do anything that requires connecting past experiences to new ones. Many droids are prone to catastrophic forgetting as well as over-learning, either leading to gross malfunction. Humans are able to pick and choose their memories for a better life. Even false memories have proven to be advantageous for human emotional balance.Renyke attempted a face-recog on the woman but the makeup or tattoo caused a data malfunction. Flex, the one with probable knowledge about trusting her had disappeared amongst the crowd.After a lingering interlude for summing up danger, but with no logical conclusion, Renyke followed his guide with some trepidation. The woman was effervescent and attractive, seemingly unfamiliar attributes that Renyke was surprised to have noticed. Such exuberances were not encouraged in the Midcasts but Renyke was inexplicably drawn to her zeal and fervour as she moved through the streets like a tiger queen.Market traders were selling an array of live animals, electronic devices, even workers by the hour for a range of uses from labouring, singing and even sexual services.Renyke was feeling confused at the evidence before him. Things did not seem logical to his organised brain. The noise, the intensity, a million unrelated instances of life weaving through time and space. These were chaotic waveforms traveling horseback on a loud wind. It was making him giddy.'What's with the frown Mr?' The woman seemed empathetic.'I don't know, something familiar maybe, here, this street.''I would know if you had graced our streets before my friend.' The woman was staring intently into Renyke's eyes making him feel self conscious. You got stranger written all over that face, let me tell you.'The woman greeted traders and passersby. She was well known here although POS was not able to ascertain much data.The woman is 20, human,, she has had a child said POS...They arrived at a unit with barricades and metal shutters. It was constructed from an old underground train carriage, probably from the twenty-first century.'Here we go,' said the woman'That's 50 *G-bits for getting you here Mr.''I have to get some money first,' said Renyke'What do I need, I have no ID?''You don't need ID here Mr. This is the *hiddens' zone, the Urchs got no ID. No ID, no problem. This is a very special bank just for people like you.''Well, how do I get money?' asked Renyke, now confused about accessing anything that may be stored in his POS and dubious about sharing his identity.'The woman laughed.'Ya gotta put sometin' up my friend.'Like my coat?' asked Renyke.'Na, not in the bank! Your software, course, or hardware, or files, whatever.....just plug in, give some data, get some g-bits innit. They take apps, software, POS.....Day to Day Data..... is their wayta..........hahahahaha.'The woman cackled then sighed, observing Renyke's discomfort.'I'll take you in OK, I know the banker.'Renyke pondered the likelihood of a successful solo effort and nodded in agreement.The woman bashed on the metal door and a hatch opened.'It's me, Queenie, got a client for ya big guy.'Dark peering eyes checked them up and down through a small rectangle.'Not the animals', said a loud booming voice after tentatively opening a heavily armoured door.Inside was well guarded by large-framed menacing characters. They were standard issue security droids, the like of older versions that had been discontinued and recalled then disassembled and officially disposed of. Security in the Midcasts was controlled by forcefields and lasers with little need for big ugly droids.Renyke was ushered into a small cubical with an array of plugs and wires.The woman gestured he should go in as she waited near the door under the watchful eye of the droid.POS was glitching.Everything in the cubical looked antiquated, probably from the early tech years.There was a chair and Renyke was motioned to sit down.He hesitated.'How does this work?' He asked a large droid.The droid seemed stupefied, slow and sluggish, as if he had been drained of power. He spoke slowly with slurred words. There were intermittent beeping noises and error warnings coming from inside his head.'Here is the current exchange rate,' said the droid, pointing to a monitor with flashing figures. 'As soon as you are plugged in, we see what you got and make an offer. Then we transfer. You get a voucher here.'He pointed to a small printing machine, 'then take it over there and get g-bits or s bits.'There were hundreds of wires and plugs seemingly for extracting and monitoring every device from the last couple of centuries. Anything from antique video machines to digital clocks, and hundreds of handset devises seemed to have a lead on offer.Renyke spotted the Mark 3 Droid Cable and shuddered.He checked his applications. Then all the add-ons. He checked for any temp files he could get rid of. Then he checked POS and asked if there was a clean-up they could run.System is currently set to factory install. Removing program files or data could be detrimental to smooth function....this action is not supported.....More searching......then finallyOne file foundUnknown originPossible memory file from last OSAppears surplus to current operational needs but I am unable to access file contentsThe big droid began clicking its fingers slowly and grimacing. His equally thug-like colleague approached and joined in.The woman, looking restless by the door, ushered Renyke to hurry upCan we operate without it? Renyke asked POS'There is a possibility, according to my calculations, of serious malfunctionThe droids moved closer and the clicking intensified.to be continued ©2025 Sarnia de la Mare

    Reading in the Age of AI: Habits, Impact, and the Future for Authors by Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2025 5:39


    In a world increasingly shaped by algorithms and digital interfaces, the way we read—and what we read—is undergoing a profound transformation. From scrolling news on smart devices to listening to AI-narrated audiobooks, global reading habits are shifting rapidly. As artificial intelligence permeates both the creation and consumption of literature, it's vital to ask: how is AI affecting our engagement with fiction and non-fiction? And what does this mean for authors, readers, and the future of storytelling?

    Strata 1 The Book of Immersion V1 Renyke Wakes in the Alley (Purpose) by Sarnia de la Maré

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 14, 2025 7:10


    Welcome to Immersion You Have Reached Strata 1Renyke Wakes in the Alley (Purpose)What is your purpose here? What drives your desires and achievements? Is there a greater good you seek? Is there anything more important than yourself? You are but a fleck of dust within a universe you cannot control.And yet, decisions you make today will affect everything around you in an unprecedented future. Your past actions, the very existence of you, have made a difference to the world. What is your past? Have you learned lessons? Are you controlled by unrecognisable forces or are you your own God?Welcome to Immersion, may your journey go well.Renyke's inner motors began to whirr.He had put himself into voluntary shutdown during the dark-cycle in order to save power.POSition within the human household as a domestic servant had been more than suitable and had sustained him all of his life till now, albeit a short one in human years. He was around a decade old which was quite a long life for an android. New technologies and updates marked regular upgrades and there was little call for used 'droids'.Now, here on the cold paved ground in the open air, Renyke could feel changes in his body and surroundings. There were unfamiliar sounds and an ever-present white noise from the activities of strangers in a cityscape he had not seen before.An unrecognised sense of trepidation washed around him and occupied his thoughts. Renyke was not programmed to experience fear, the feeling must have been something else.From the start of his operational cycle, Renyke had performed the necessary housekeeping duties within an interior domain. It was a twenty-four-hour installation that bound him by duty and programming to put humans first. To any human, until today, Renyke had been subordinate. Things had become difficult after the arrival of another android, a female version 12 named *Ableteen, who was considered the fastest domestic to date, (this 6th day of the 11th *Moonturn 2289).  Ableteens were able to preserve battery power with a hybrid electro-solar panel on the back and shoulders. This worked well in the new modern glassed apartments of the suburban zones. These cutting-edge designer houses were maximising sunlight like never before in the new *Midcast Housing Projects.Some of the new apartments even came with the Ableteens installed and ready to help the occupiers enjoy the best life possible.Renyke was not the only older domestic robotic servant to have had their contract abruptly terminated. Some were simply dismantled, some were thrown into crushers still working, and some were being recycled into experimental hybrids for illegal purposes.Renyke noted that although he was now a vulnerable street-bot, he was spared a wasted end. Perhaps, now without enslavement, there would be new experiences. He had never cared before, after all, he was an emotionless droid. But today here in unfamiliar surroundings there was some sort of excitement. Something was calling him towards adventure.All robots since 2050 had been installed with a clear-mode which enabled eco-friendly destruction. Parts had to be handed into the municipal facility to avoid issues with landfills and accidental hybrids. There was talk of an underclass of feral bots who were made out of parts from the old dumping grounds before the eco-legislation had been implemented. They say that some of these bots were made by the bots themselves; innards and parts that had communicated and joined forces across the debris of twisted metal and wires.Mabel, the daughter from the family Renyke had worked for, had un-twinned him from the household appliances and deleted the software that had once meant he could never leave. Together they had upgraded his operating system with drivers available via an underground organisation called Redact.Renyke had been created to blend in, in the midcasts, but Mabel had decided to mess him up a bit for a new life in the outer zones. Safety was in the camouflage of the ordinary.Some robots had been designed to look aggressive, others looked like adult child hybrids who were designed as pleasure bots. Generally speaking, all robots found the open streets difficult. Artificial intelligence-led service androids were legally programmed to be submissive and they were picked on and abused in their short lifespan. Even strong exteriors would eventually break under such conditions.The streets in the outer zones were crime-ridden. Since the pandemics, no law-abiding human citizen walked outside. For the most part, humans in the zones were there to partake in vice and black market trading. Androids were there to be used, abused and discarded.Renyke's insides were a complex mass of wires and electrical paraphernalia that ran a well-balanced functioning machine.But the outside world was alien and Renyke needed to explore it to become fully educated on the customs and the environment. He was programmed to learn. His algorithms had been set to gain an advantage in unchartered terrain by observing closely the details of situations. This was key to making robust decisions for survival. He also had a reliable and omniscient personal operating system to guide him.Together, Mabel and Renyke had researched what they could but there were pockets of the outside world that had been effectively erased because of a system of cloaking. Areas beyond the midcast projects were cloaked in fake maps that even the most sophisticated satellites were unable to penetrate or decipher. Distances and information about the terrain were usually falsified.The records had become unreliable because of the sabotage of information that had all been digitised after the warmings. It had become a confusing mass of fake news and blurred living memories. But after the tech wars with China and Russia, and the pandemics, there were so few old people left and memorial information was mostly unreliable.Many myths prevailed. Inside the Midcast Projects, things were different, they were much more organised. Legislators and the executive had rectified the situation and made records of everything.The government had recorded every human being's iris print and DNA before they were born. It was a strict government rule that any pregnant human, male or female, had to inform the legislators and they were scanned immediately. It was impossible to get through life in the Midcast Projects without being categorised and having all your data recorded for the rest of your life and beyond.But beyond midcasts, here in this unfamiliar natural light, even the smells were unrecognisable.It took just a few seconds to warm up and reboot.The surroundings were scanned as Renyke checked the 360-degree orbital range from the silent detectors inside his *POS.He was fully charged and his battery life would last months.Suddenly there was a warning....Unknown Danger Approaching ...... Left Ground LevelRenyke engaged his internal antenna and watched a furry creature scurry past. His scanners perused the information app. POS informed Renyke about the creature.Rat, rodent, possible food sourceRenyke engaged his arm extension and snatched the rat from the ground. He brought it close to his face, and studied it, carefully analysing its properties.to be continued© 2025 Sarnia de la Maré

    When Does a Machine Wake Up? The Possibility of Sentient AI an audio blog by LitBits

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 14, 2025 5:08


    When Does a Machine Wake Up? The Possibility of Sentient AI.Imagine asking your smart speaker, “How are you feeling today?”—and receiving a reply that sounds just a little too real. Not programmed, not synthetic, but reflective. It pauses before answering, as if considering your question. Could a machine one day truly feel? Could artificial intelligence become sentient?We've seen the idea played out endlessly in science fiction—from HAL 9000 in 2001: A Space Odyssey to Ava in Ex Machina, from the empathetic robots of Westworld to Renyke in Immersion (yes, your friendly blog author's own creation). But outside the realm of fiction, what does science—and philosophy—say about machine consciousness?Let's explore the possibilities, the hurdles, and the haunting question that keeps researchers, ethicists, and futurists up at night: Could an AI actually wake up?

    LitBits Summary of Pride and Prejudice in English and French by Sarnia de la Maré

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 8, 2025 2:32


    Summary of Pride and Prejudice in English and French.English Version. By Jane AustenPublished: 1813 Genre: Romance, Social CommentarySet in early 19th-century England, Pride and Prejudice follows Elizabeth Bennet, a witty and independent young woman, as she navigates issues of class, marriage, and morality. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters in a middle-class family with little wealth and no male heir, making marriage a practical necessity for financial security.When the wealthy and reserved Mr. Darcy enters her social circle, Elizabeth initially finds him proud and disagreeable. Their relationship is marked by mutual misunderstandings and social pressures. However, as both characters confront their own flaws—Elizabeth's prejudice and Darcy's pride—they grow and change, ultimately realizing their deep love and respect for one another.Austen uses sharp dialogue and keen social observation to critique the rigid class structure of her time. The novel champions individual merit and personal integrity over social status and wealth.French Version.Résumé de Orgueil et Préjugés Par Jane AustenPublié en : 1813 Genre : Roman d'amour, satire socialeSitué dans l'Angleterre du début du XIXe siècle, Orgueil et Préjugés suit Elizabeth Bennet, une jeune femme vive et indépendante, confrontée aux enjeux du mariage, des classes sociales et de la morale. Deuxième d'une fratrie de cinq filles dans une famille de la petite noblesse sans héritier mâle, Elizabeth vit dans un contexte où le mariage est souvent le seul moyen d'assurer sa sécurité financière.Elle fait la connaissance de M. Darcy, un homme riche, réservé et apparemment hautain. Dès leur première rencontre, Elizabeth le juge orgueilleux, tandis que lui la considère peu convenable selon les normes sociales de son rang. Leur relation est marquée par des malentendus et des jugements erronés. Cependant, chacun finit par reconnaître ses propres erreurs : Elizabeth son préjugé, et Darcy son orgueil. Grâce à cette évolution personnelle, ils apprennent à s'estimer mutuellement et tombent amoureux.À travers un style plein d'esprit et une observation fine des mœurs de son époque, Jane Austen critique la rigidité des classes sociales et valorise l'amour sincère, le respect et l'intégrité personnelle plutôt que la richesse ou le statut.This was a LitBits Podcast for Tale Teller Club Publishing www.taletellerclub.com

    Suzuki vs Vance Bass Method and the Autism Caravan with iServalan at Tale teller Club™

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 7, 2025 12:54


    The News According to iServalan Daddy Trump & Daddy Musk Divorce Tale teller Club™

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    The Autism Caravan Fundraising Project Started Yesterday Tale teller Club™

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    Long Form and Shorts on TikTok and Live Lounge Sessions for Summer at Tale teller Club™

    Play Episode Listen Later Jun 3, 2025 9:40


    French or German Double Bass Bows? And accepting you are rubbish at something is a big step for all creative people

    Play Episode Listen Later May 31, 2025 14:17


    My music studio is donated a new mixing desk and PA system for live events at Tale teller Club™

    Play Episode Listen Later May 22, 2025 14:22


    Discover Double Bass courses and review and the 99p art sale by FRIX ART on Ebay last day

    Play Episode Listen Later May 20, 2025 7:18


    Welcome, you have reached Strata 17. Reading from the Book of Immersion V1

    Play Episode Listen Later May 19, 2025 4:22


    Happy Monday Tuning my cello in fourth strings and starting jazz courses at the Tale Teller Club

    Play Episode Listen Later May 19, 2025 4:21


    Self Affirmation for musicians on the day of the event #orchestra #trio #quartet #gig

    Play Episode Listen Later May 17, 2025 0:37


    Affirmations and anxiety busting by Tale Teller Club

    Last Orchestra rehearsal went well and looking forward to the double bass performance Tale teller Club™

    Play Episode Listen Later May 16, 2025 14:08


    Blood on the Typewriter, a B Movie Crime Story by the Tale Teller Club #shorts #fiction

    Play Episode Listen Later May 15, 2025 2:31


    Today's featured short by Tale Teller Clubhttps://www.taletellerclub.com

    Underground Artist Frix, Who is He, Where is He? Sarnia de la Maré tries to find out

    Play Episode Listen Later May 15, 2025 3:28


    Who is Frix? The Mysterious Reclaim Artist Turning Trash into Global TreasureBy Sarnia de la Mare

    Therapy for success, self motivational speech for setting up your day #therapy #meditation

    Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2025 1:38


    Daily therapy sessions from the Tale Teller Club audiobook library.Find your own success.https://www.taletellerclub.com

    Love Slime From Planet 9, a B Movie Short Story by the Tale Teller Club #fiction #shortstory

    Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2025 2:24


    Welcome to our awesome new series of B Movie Books by storytellers extraordinaire Tale Teller Club.

    Dead Beat On Arrival, a short story by Tale Teller Club #bmovie #fiction

    Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2025 2:28


    Tale Teller Club publication from our ne B Movie shorts series.Read the text on our blog. www.taletellerclub.com

    Practice tips for double bass and back pain with IServalan at #musiclife #diary

    Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2025 13:39


    Lesson 1 Double Bass Podcast Interactive with Sarnia de la Mare

    Play Episode Listen Later May 13, 2025 14:24


    Interactive books will be available on Amazon soon.

    Side hussle fatigue, passive income, eBay returns, and getting out of the rag trade

    Play Episode Listen Later May 13, 2025 14:06


    UK Car Park Management (CPM) Review by Blink Friction Radio

    Play Episode Listen Later May 12, 2025 13:54


    Taking an old lady yo court despite having a permit is not good form at all, and their staff are rude and obnoxious to boot.

    Sore double bass fingers stopped play today as we launch the street artist Blink Friction gallery online

    Play Episode Listen Later May 11, 2025 9:30


    7 days till the Uni Portsmouth Concert andmy massive practice marathon is underway Blink Friction

    Play Episode Listen Later May 10, 2025 13:44


    Double Bass practice mistakes and a marathon week with my timetable for excellenve at iServalan at Blink Friction

    Play Episode Listen Later May 9, 2025 14:34


    Art Tee Shirts at Blink Friction and a Hetty hoover that sucks like an Amsterdam Ho

    Play Episode Listen Later May 7, 2025 8:46


    Trump makes the world squirm yet again and UK signs a free trade with India! Hello Delhi my old friend Blink Friction

    Play Episode Listen Later May 6, 2025 6:56


    Strata 16 Book of Immersion is out today on Kindle, and finding Flex is my groove mood #flex

    Play Episode Listen Later May 6, 2025 14:28


    Welcome to Immersion: You Have Reached Strata 16. Analysis read by our robot

    Play Episode Listen Later May 6, 2025 4:15


    Welcome to Immersion: You Have Reached Strata 16Blog by Sarnia de la Maré FRSAStrata 16 is a turning point. A descent into deeper humanity, paradoxically set in a world overrun by machines.This chapter isn't just about survival—it's about awakening. It challenges the cold logic of artificial intelligence against the visceral, chaotic, deeply emotional landscape of human experience.At its core is empathy, that strange and beautiful quality we possess as humans—the ability to feel someone else's suffering or joy and act from that connection. Renyke, having survived a fevered near-death state, returns not just to consciousness but to a new kind of awareness: one rooted in sensation, emotion, and the strange electricity of being alive without digital mediation.Flesh Over CodeThe philosophical backbone of Strata 16 lies in this question: What makes a human real in a synthetic world?We're reminded that AI, no matter how advanced, does not and cannot feel. It calculates. It simulates. But it will never love, not truly. Not like Flex—our rough, bright, fiercely loyal survivor—who cared for Renyke during his most vulnerable state.Flex's touch is not data-driven. It's intimate. When he mops Renyke's brow, when he laughs with him—there is no algorithm. Only heart.The narrative holds a mirror up to the present day: as we hand more of our emotional labor to machines, what do we lose of ourselves?The Beauty of Broken PeopleFlex shines in this chapter. More than a character, he's a symbol: of resilience, of lived pain, and of unlikely goodness. Raised in a brutal world, physically imperfect by dystopian standards, and mentally sharper than any machine, he's the product of trauma and love.His coat of scraps, stitched from landfill detritus, becomes a metaphor for survival—much like the orphans and rebels who call the Zones home. His story reminds us that the most powerful kind of strength comes not from dominance, but from compassion sharpened by hardship.Waking the Human MachineRenyke's moment of reawakening—his shock at being touched, his giddy, primal joy at feeling pain—echoes with spiritual intensity. It's as though he has been reborn, raw-nerved and fully human for the first time. His laughter is not programmed; it's eruptive, contagious, and redemptive.This is a world where sensing one's own body is revolutionary. Where laughter is an act of rebellion. Where being human is the most radical identity of all.Onward to the FjordThe chapter ends with movement—literal and symbolic. The journey toward water, toward cleansing, becomes a baptism. A rebirth. With Flex as his moral guide, Renyke begins the long walk into a world where he must learn to live without the stabilisers of tech.“Engage some new senses,” Flex says. And so we do.As readers, we're invited to do the same: to shed our interfaces and step barefoot into the damp, unknown cave of self-awareness.To Be Continued...Volume 1 of Immersion continues to unfold as a tapestry of resistance, rebirth, and recognition. In Strata 16, we glimpse the humanity worth saving—and the machines that will never understand why.Join me next week as we follow Renyke and Flex into the tunnels. What lies beyond the fjord? What memories—and monsters—linger in the dark?If you'd like to discuss the ideas in this chapter or share your own experience of “waking up” in a tech-heavy world, drop a comment or tag me on socials. Let's keep the story breathing.—©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA#ImmersionBook #Strata16 #AIandEmpathy #DystopianFiction #SarniaeWrites

    You can't escape the vile dins (violins) and other orchestra fun at Blink Friction

    Play Episode Listen Later May 5, 2025 14:24


    White limited edition Hetty Hoover is MINE! What orchestra and cheese plants have in Common Blink Friction

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    Double Bass bows and buying and recording an electric upright bass, and a bitcoin profit for Blink Friction

    Play Episode Listen Later Apr 30, 2025 14:36


    All I wanted was a rubber, and guess what? I found the Helix, Blimey Blink Friction

    Play Episode Listen Later Apr 29, 2025 14:21


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