mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Dr. Tundra versus the flashmob zombies

Dr. Maximilian Tundra had never felt so paranoid. Earlier that day he’d lost his medical license; luckily, he also had a PhD in biochemistry, so he would still get everyone call him “doctor”. But it was the loss of easy … Continue reading →

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Dr. Tundra enters a bar …

Dr. Tundra enters a bar and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender, with great drink-making and conversational algorithms, but no facial or voice-recognition software. The robot serves him a perfectly prepared Peyote Sling, and then asks him: … Continue reading →