Gaga's View

Sixteen years. I remember the morning I was departing, just like it was
last week. Not yesterday, for there's a haze. It's distance, not precision.
Brascoe was there. He was the last one of the boyz to see me begin the process
of maturation. He saw me with a woman, not a girl, but one of those women
recruited by powerful men to bring talented resources into their army. She
and I were slated to go watch a Magician at Arts Theater. His name was Matthew.
I have since hailed him and thanked him for being a sponsor of democracy. But
on that night the lady felt it was not right. "Do you really want to see this
magician?" she asked. I really wanted to. "No," I said, "not really." She
was pleased. "Ehn, let's just stroll to buy some drinks now and then..." and
then and then and then... We strolled and Brascoe saw me... us... and began to
wonder how it was that I was becoming so senior, who never hung out with them
who wanted to be so senior. I had started tucking my shirt in then. With guidance
from this particular lady, I am certain my life at U.I. would've trended positively.
She lived in Idia hall and was a woman. Not a gurl. A woman.
Buffalo State College and there is pandemonium around me. Everyone is searching
for the friends they have. I'm searching for the one I don't. He walks up and
asks me the time. We chat for a while. I see him again, moons later. "The
brother from Africa" he mumbles. He's very shy, quiet, this one. "How did you
grow your dreadlocks?" I ask him. History unfolds.
Reston Virginia. The doctor is looking into my eyes. In my mind I am
saying something almost exactly similar to: "Now, you know I'm not crazy, and
all these medical men and women walking around this... contraption and doing strange
things and making those markings on the board based upon my acknowledgment of
their sensory output are the ones who are crazy..." He knew I was not crazy.
But he protested. "These medics are not crazy," he said, shyly. "They're astronauts."
Today. I am in the heart of asp.net. My options are boundless and whereas
just one year ago the future was as bleak as bleak gets, today here is what
persistence and honesty have blessed me with.
i. VLE Project, Langston Hughes Institute
ii. Credit Card Transaction Telecom. Project, Unnamed Corporation
iii. Wireless content transmission, Nigeria
iv. Online Artificial Intelligent Agent for .com
v. African Econometric Model, Nation of Islam
vi. (Longterm) The Arubala of Persia lives--AI based Media Corporation.

A year ago I was too intelligent for the market. Went to SetFocus and after
a string of hundreds became intelligent enough for the workforce. I had no
clue what to expect after SetFocus, so all that came immediately after was
bonus. This... what I am here doing, is the true "next step."

Azania Media Incorporated

Azania Media Inc. (Artifical Intelligence-Based Media Transmission Station)
Format: Web, wireless, radio.

Channel 1:
Scheduling is done “intelligently” based upon the Gregorian Calendar. Makes for very interesting program choices during Kwaanza. Time slots are chosen in the same manner. Content is fully transformable, completely drawn from own intellectual property.

Channel 2:
User-scheduled. The user is allowed to pick from a variety of choices and schedule transmission for specific times. The option of allowing agent-picked content in “off schedule” moments will also exist.

Channel 3:
Web Parser. Standard crawler, parses content into fun widgets for those still interested in the way of the unwise during this “war on terror” or Armagedon.

Channel 4: Armagedon
Full psychosis in bloom. Front row view to the predicted fight between good intelligence and evil intelligence. Led by a Parrot who speaks a few words plainly. The source of this channel is Hume’s statement. Whilst my peers frothed and called it “racist” I did no such thing. I saw that he was doing the obvious, challenging the black man to be as great as everyone intuits his ancestors must have been. It brought me to this place. I am ever grateful.

Channel 5: Solon… Listen to live rehearsals of new material by the most exclusive talent in the universe that refuses to compromise anything.

Channel 6: Good Black Music all day. No commercials.

Channel 7: What news may come.

So far I have about three thousand pages of raw material to be developed and packaged, so I have my work cut out for me. It should take me another seven years… I suspect, but then it’ll take off smoothly I predict… There is no business model. I’m using this side project to sharpen the skills with which I make a living so that I’m always ahead of the tech curve. It’s based on AI and my content so, like CSPAN, I’m not going to have to give in to foolish choices and blind my own children from the truth. It’s the best I can do… for the next generation and me…