Ashley Needles

I dreamed I died, my usable organs were donated, and the rest of me was fed to the birds. I requested before I died, those who received my organs would gather once a year to celebrate my daughter's birthday. I dreamed pieces of my flesh were sent out to wildlife sanctuaries around the world.  I dreamed each year, I could see my daughter with my eyes and she could feel my love surrounding her.  I dreamed I soared with eagles, dove into the sea with the ospreys, and traveled the world in ecstasy.  Gradually, I felt myself fading away into the darkness.  My daughter's birthday came again. I lived in her smile and warmth. Like a brilliant sun, she brought life back to the surface. My essence swirled around her, through her. She became my home. I lived in her joy, in her peace I rested. Trees grew from the soil marked with remnants of my flesh, I felt the sun on their leaves, and I felt the cool rich soil bathing their roots. I felt myself in rivers flowing free and wild, splashing

It was supposed to be an ordinary day, but a feeling something was going to go horribly wrong kept me awake the night before. I waited six months, because the first time they mentioned the routine procedure and the risks I knew my daughter was going to end up dead, or brain damaged.  I thought I'd waited long enough. After six months I believed things would be ok.  I told myself to relax and stop being paranoid. I shouldn't have. The anesthesiologist with tears in his eyes told me, "I'm not going to lie, she's not doing good. This is the worst day of my career." He was thinking of his career while my little girl was fighting for her life!?  He felt bad so I said simply, "I know you tried your best," wondering if my happy sweet little girl would ever smile at me again. There was no point in making a scene. It wouldn't save her. It might kill her. I had to step back and breathe. I needed to focus on giving her all the love a

 Artists are worried about their futures. Is AI taking over? Sites are banning AI, why? Is it another baseless fear of technology that has been going on since the first electric lightbulb? Or is it something more?  Created By AI Even experts like Elon Musk are sounding the alarm but should we listen? As an author, blogger, mom, I've enjoyed playing with AI trying to create characters, pictures and covers for my books. As someone considering going to school for animation it makes me nervous. Is animation a feasible degree for provinding for my daughter or will it be obsolete by the time I graduate?  While it is absolutely possible some bad code or sociopathic programmer could create AI bent on destroying humanity, isn't it also possible AI will revere us as Gods and we will be essential to it? What makes me say this? As I was working on a competition to make a bridge I discovered AI's limitations. I asked it for an organic living bridge between galaxies.  This is what it gav