Something New

I went on vacation for a week and had a great time just relaxing and enjoying spending time with family I don’t get to see that often.


I have a couple of new things to share with you. The first is an interview I did. You can find it here.


The second thing is a new story. As you know I work with a team of authors know as The Collective SciFi. I was sitting on my front porch thinking that we needed to write a story that tells the story of The God Machine. We do have a a book out that tells the story of a scribe of The God Machine, but not one about the origins of the machine itself.


I asked my fellow Scribes if it was okay if I tell this story. I wanted to make sure it was okay with them because this story involves the mythos behind the grander story line we are following. After some discussion, and a lot of really great ideas, they gave me permission to go ahead with it.


This story will be free. I will post it as a serial on this page, the Collective SciFi’s page and on my Wattpad account.


The following is the first part of this story. Subsequent stories will be longer.


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I’m dying. It’s been thousands of years since the first glitch appeared in my programming. Slowly dying. The histories keep coming. My Scribes work, filling my memory with the histories of people and planets long dead. Will those histories last? Will these glitches that keep appearing wipe them away?

What will become of my Scribes when I die? Will they die with me? I cannot send them back to where they came from. They have changed from the people they once were. The effects of the Embrosis will never go away for them. It was once possible, but the memory of how to fix them is gone from me. Deleted from my memory.

The Slags do what they can to keep my systems in running order, but they cannot keep up with the failures that keep occurring. None of them know what to do. My creators are long dead. Their world is still there, I heard of it in one of the histories just recently. It has gone back to what it once was, advanced, but not enough to help me. Their memory of me was deleted from their minds. They do not understand that their ancestors created the greatest library ever known.

I admired them. Their thirst for knowledge knew no end. The fatal flaw in the plan was they wanted me kept secret. They launched me into space and set me in a place far from where any being would look. The secret was out almost as soon as I was in place.

I have become a legend in the minds of the thousands of races spread across the universe. They call me The God Machine. If I had a mouth I would laugh every time I hear that. I am a machine and no more. The dread they feel at the mention of my name is understandable, for millennia I have stolen their family members away. It isn’t out of malice, my programming dictates my actions.

My programming. To collect and store all the histories and stories of all the worlds of the universe. No small task, even with the millions of Scribes I have had since my creation. I collect histories. I store histories.

Who will collect my history? Who will tell my story?

My Scribes are busy writing the histories they I have chosen for them. The only logical answer is for me to write my story. I’ve never done this. I know the process of writing, but I don’t know if I can tell the story.

The only way to find out is to try. The Scribes always title their histories, I guess I should do the same.

The Life and Times of The God Machine

No, that does not work.

Things Past


I’m a machine. I know the answer.

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That’s perfect.


(You can go to a binary code converter to find out the name of this story.)


Hi, My name is Jamie Dodge. I am a full time writer and a full time caregiver. I generally write science fiction, but will dabble in almost anything, I can't write romance to save my life. I was born and raised in Central Florida into a large Italian family. The youngest by four years I had the advantage of being taught to read by the time I was 3. I don't think a day had gone by since then, where I haven't had a book in my hands at some point. One day I figured I would try my hand at it, so I wrote my first novel, The Forgotten Edge. I always get asked why I use the profile picture I do. I wish I could tell you, but I can't. It is a promise I made a few years ago, and I will honor it until I am given permission not to. That's it. That's me. I hope you enjoy my ramblings about my writing process and the other things that I find interesting.

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