And so there, in my temple at El Mitadore', I relaxed for twenty-two years. It was s fine vacation. I slept the sleep of the dead and dreamed the dreams of a thousand generations of Man learning the life of Pi. I slept through a World War and a hundred police actions. I splept through racial unrest as my avatars grew to maturity. I dreamed of the day when learning light would be as common as a child's first footsteps, would be as common as a trip to the corner store, dreamed of the comming age to be known as the Age of Immortality. It would be a grand age, that one, to be sure. It would the age of Eternity. It would be a time when humans would come to know that which is God. I simply couldn't wait. At that point, my work here would be done. That would be an excellent day. Excelsior! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
In the shadowed corridors of creativity, where the echoes of typewriter keys dance with the hum of electric wires, Kevin M. Cowan crafts his enigmatic symphony. His words, like whispered secrets in a dimly lit alley, unravel tales that linger in the corners of your mind, haunting yet familiar. As a musician, he weaves melodies that drift like smoke through a moonlit cityscape, each note a ghostly whisper of forgotten dreams. In the realm of technology, he stands as an alchemist, transforming cold silicon into vessels of human experience, bridging the chasm between the digital and the divine. Together, his work forms a tapestry of noir elegance, a testament to the beauty found in the shadows.
Kevin M. Cowan is a writer, technologist, and artist whose work spans novels, AI development, drumming, and filmmaking. From his fiction roots in Nebraska to experimental media projects and cutting-edge AI, Kevin blends storytelling, sound, and code into one creative continuum. Explore his world — one story, rhythm, and idea at a time.
Music. Video. Visuals arts. All composed or curated by Kevin.
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