Carol has been a friend for decades. She writes reviews for Fandom and is an Grade A Number 1 Nerd. I’m buying this book because I know there will be fun, useful advice.
Here is the new prototype autonomous drones from the US Air Force. It processes data collectively like a flock of birds. Would anyone be at the switch in case the flock made a bad decision?
What would you call the sound this flock makes? How loud would it get before the flock shredded the flesh from your bones?
“A sound carried on the wind, faint and thin. A mosquito whine somehow loud enough to echo from the canyon wall. The whine grew louder. An ululation, the sound that the Muslim women used to make when mourning. Louder. The sound had no tongue or breath. Just an open mouth endlessly screaming. Open to bite and rend flesh. The blue sky at the end of the canyon swirled as if his eyes had filled with swimmers darting in his vitreous humor. The swimmers grew. Converged into a swaying, screaming flock of drones, wings stiff and deadly like ghoulish falcons.”
On Friday (my only day allowed from my Big Box job), I will be at three panels and a friend’s booklaunch at PhilCon: Philadelphia’s Science Fiction Convention. It’s the oldest running con in the US.