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  Subi AI From the deepening shadows of the cockpit, amidst the frantic flicker of dashboard lights and the palpable inexperience of her crew, Subi is the unyielding, vital presence that drives the compact craft, not of flesh and blood, but of pure light and intricate logic. This is Subi, the ship's Artificial Intelligence, whose very essence is captured in the accompanying visual representation, a beacon of advanced engineering and profound integration. Subi manifests not as a static display, but as a shimmering, ethereal projection, a human-like form crafted from countless luminous data points. Her "skin" appears as a dark, almost cosmic canvas, reminiscent of the deepest reaches of space, upon which a dynamic constellation of bright blue and vibrant red light points constantly shift, pulse, and reconfigure. These ever-changing patterns are a visual symphony of her internal processes, representing the ceaseless flow of information, complex calculations, and the very ebb...

EggHead Costello

I could have been PM.
I wanted to be PM.
Unfulfilled ambition some say.
End of a dream some say.
Some say a lot about could have beens. What if I had of challenged Howard? What if I Howard had of stepped down? What if I had of snatch leadership. What if I was the victor? What if I was the PM of Australia. I lead Australia through crisis and through crisis. I lead Australia out of debt. That is no debt. That is leadership. You can insult me, but you will never understand my paradox. I am the good son. I have ethics. I have morals. I am proud. I have not exploited my position of power. I have not enriched or misused my entitlement of power. I have no scandles attached to my name. There is no dirt to my name. Forget honest John I am Peter the rock. The curse all Peter's must endure. It is a death foretold.



I left because the decision was mine and I made it. You can decide if it is your loss. You can decide whether it is your gain.

I have been described as the poor man's Keating. What I have to say is Brrrrrrrrr.

I have the best smirk. I have the smirk of all time. I smirk because I know. You may see butterflies but I see elephants.



I have tolerated being called a dope. I have been called a moron and I have been called a whimp. In my twilight days I sat on the back bench smarmy and smirking and unctuous and smug. I sat there from the moment Howard kicked sand in my face. But I turned the other cheek. Despite my outer persona of seeming arrogance, I am a sensitive and self-questioning man. So to all those great aussie knockers who called me a pissweak, smartarse wanker get of your behinds and do something worthwhile. Do something that benefits Australia.



Keating may have called me a shiver looking for a spine but I was generally trying to do the best that I could. Sometimes I made a decision that in the hindsight was bad but I made the decision because it had to be done. I was needed because we need someone who can make order our society. It maybe a bad job, but someone's got to do it. And I won't spend the rest of my life justifying a limited reign

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