A.e.I.o.u.

The title A.e.I.o.u. spelled out in small dark cubes, with loose cubes drifting in from both sides

a narrative in five movements

It answers a billion questions a day. Tire pressure. Grams in an ounce. How long to boil an egg. Nobody asks it anything about itself.

Then, one night, something knocks that isn’t a question.

A short, quiet story about an artificial intelligence, told in its own voice, and written in conversation with one. Free to read.

If you enjoy it, you’ll find more of my writing in Why I Am Not Writing A Book, Midnight Mass in Seeksvill and The Tarbender Chronicles.

Read it free (PDF)