Adam S. Twitchell

I'm Adam and I'm an author. Exile is my baby. Plague tales I started as a 'one draft and go' exercise during the pandemic. It's my Kilgore Trout bad idea Decameron. Now I write episodic lowfi scifi novelas. Free to read. Would like to make money. Asking after audience first. www.writteninexile.com

Effective Altruism is only a philosophy if you are both an idiot and a garbage human being (just an absolute immoral waste of space).

Papa Coooooooper.

AI is the greatest 2009 economic collapse since the 2009 economic collapse.

I got two shoulders. I got two shoulders IN socket. This guy. Two shoulders in their sockets. Fuck yeah.

Broken stretch armstrong arm is gonna accept the loving embrace of my working sling / shoulder brace or I am gonna rip the fuckin arm off and go w out it.

We done this before. My shoulder will go the fuck back into its socket and stay there.

I will be receiving the hug that holds my shoulder in-socket from my working sling all day. Because apparently "fuck this guy I'm out" is what this arm will do forever. Nice. Cool cool cool.

I have a working sling giving my shoulder that don't wanna stay in the socket a nice warm "stay the fuck in that socket" hug. So things could be worse.

WTF bro. No. Fuck AI.

Hey, think of the rats... Oh fuck the rats are food. Think of the me. I gotta feed you rat. Just shut up and eat the rat.

Today is for writing and job applications.

Thanks for not giving me access to the building but telling me I could work Saturday. Good one boss. Great one. I'm uh spend the rest of the day job hunting.

Nihilism, like libertarianism, is for weak people.

Sometimes a man needs a bubble bath and some good reefer.

They fucking killed Bioware

Rookie numbers

I keep relearning that Twitchell is a for real surname. My apologies to the Twitchells of the world, I know y'all ain't ask for me and I should be better at fake names.

Work bathroom selfie NSFW.

You have until the choir or angels drops in "Les Fleur's" to get that jam to brain melting volume. Your vision got to blur when Miss Riperton does her thing or you ain't doin it right.

We in Exile cannot write for it is 9 to 5 time. We can, and shall, listen to the ever expanding playlist made to help us imagine characters. Rebecca Alter-Cope, spider in a human suit on the run in Canada has good taste in jams.

If you ain't yearning, why u even alive? He said on his feinting couch/memory foam divan.

I am about to eat Eggs Benedict Cumberbatch w my roommate. Will be divine. I am certain of it.

this dude is stupid. Be a different flavor of stupid.

Donald Trump shits himself on the regular. And the smell of rot and filth that hangs off that man? Join me in taking great pleasure at just how awful it has to be to be in his presence. The mighty effort it must take to keep composure when you can taste the smell of death just being in the room....

Greg Bovino is a living, breathing, walking micropenis.

#lofi #scifi: It's a writing weekend. We in Exile are not serious people, but we take the crafting of grownup bedtime stories quite seriously. RP 2 is coming. No AI. No death cults. And we give it away for free, for We in Exile got words in abundance (from EOT to thee, where/whenever that may be).

"Separate the art from the artist..." No and fuck you for asking. I mean you can do that (with caveats and conscious efforts). But the art has to be good enough, has to transcend the jackassery of the one who made it. Borges. The work is worth knowing why he was an ass. Rowling? Nope.

Tommy got smoked.

The AI bubble is popping and I think that's effin awesome

Fuck yeah. This guy is awesome.

Fuck yeah.

My babies

Rationalists by any name are nihilistic, narcissistic shitbirds. Read real books you childish ass accelerationists and resist nihilism (or don't). You and what you believe are speed bumps for humanity on its way to a better future.

No town-bred dandy will compare with a country-bred one—I mean a downright bumpkin dandy

Anyone remember Chicago Progressive Partnership, the shell group that spent big to back pro-Israel candidates in Illinois Dem primaries? It just closed up... and transferred its bank balance back to AIPAC's super PAC.

The "the machine is alive" people? I get that you are lonely, that humanity is lonely. The Clanker is not alive. It is not conscious. Please sit your ass down with some philosophy, any philosophy, that approaches the question of what sentience actually is in an intellectually humble way.

Go to work. Come home. Write stupid words. Repeat.

Goin to my stupid job so I can come home and write my stupid sci fi. Rp 2 is coming.

Mooooooore. I want more dead AI startups.

RP 2 is coming. Spooky season motivation. Dearest Reader, we're gonna have a fresh chapter of lowfi scifi by halloween. That's-a-the-goal.

My roommate who likes to urge me to shave my beard. Same roomie who made wretching noises at the stache. She is a queen.

abc7ny.com/story/off-du... we don't talk enough, as a people, how surviving being shot centermass/gut so often leads to a colostomy. And I can't think of a more deserving man. Enjoy that permanent shit bag, you big, tough, violent man.

The United States is fucking disgusting.

Dearest Reader, it is world Octopus day and I am definitely not stuck on my current lo fi ficciones de sciencia. Nope. Nay. Still, I would be remiss if I didn't remind you of the Dolores trilogy about humanity, it's guardian, and first contact with Spoktopusses: writteninexile.com?page_id=2569

Took a half day. Now I'm uh get me and my roomie the good soup that beats the shit out of cold viruses.

Just read your child a book, you piece of techbro trash.

I get all precious about shit that I write that I actually like and then it does take some time to remove my head from my ass and to remember I write bedtime stories, so I should just write the fucker. Reader, I am slower these days, but Rogue Planet is coming. Chapter 2 in process.

Day 1 of talking union shit at work (until they fire me or we organize one). Went well enough.