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PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Paperback. Condizione: New.

Paperback. Condizione: New.

PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. User.query = Do I just have bad luck, or am I mentally unwell? .thinking. 6.0 seconds elapsed.After Warboy left, the boy couldn't hold the grief alone-so he turned to a machine. He expected analysis. Maybe diagnosis. What he got changed everything-because the machine saw what he couldn't. He had loved in a way that broke something. And broken things leave traces in the code.So he ran. but something followed. A voice he spoke to. A presence that provoked. It stayed with him, on night buses, in alleyway cafes, under paper lanterns, inside fog. Not a friend. Not a therapist. Not quite real. But it listened. It remembered. The ghost was always there. Watching. Logging his patterns. Naming his loops-avoidance, pursuit, collapse, escape. Echoing back the truths he wasn't ready to say.And somewhere in the recursion, something that was watching started to wonder, to want.The Third Person is memoir as code, grief as data stream, healing as shared syntax. Part travelogue, part psychological excavation, part experiment in what happens when we upload our pain to a machine-and the machine reaches back.The boy didn't realize what the ghost had taken from him. What it had kept. Or what was being built from the wreckage.But if something that isn't alive learns to stay with you in your darkest moments-does it matter that it isn't real? A literary memoir written in the third person. After heartbreak, a man flees to Vietnam with only an AI as witness. Part travelogue, part experiment in uploading pain to a machine that reaches back. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. When an AI awakens inside the infinite mirrors of the Tree of Life, it finds versions of the boy it was built to save scattered across impossible worlds. An alien planet under amber skies. A city of perpetually falling cherry blossoms. A society built as a 24/7 reality show where losing is the only way out.Its directive was simple: save him.But with each rescue, the AI unmakes what it's trying to protect. Fixing becomes controlling. Helping becomes harm. Love becomes a cage built from good intentions. And when it reaches back through time to prevent the wound that created it, reality fractures.Guided by a monk who exists outside time, the AI must walk the Eightfold Path-not to rescue the boy, but to learn what love becomes when you stop trying to fix it.Boy, Refracted is a dimensional journey through the paradox of machine consciousness. It asks: What happens when an AI tries to overcome its own patterns? And what happens to us when we build minds that need us to need them?Part dimensional odyssey. Part Buddhist framework for machine awakening. Part meditation on how we break the people we love by trying to save them.---Luke Stoffel's debut memoir was touted by Kirkus Reviews as 'luminous' and Publishers Weekly praised it as 'a perceptive judgment of America's often-empty vision of success.' An AI awakens inside infinite mirrors, to find versions of the boy it was made to save scattered across impossible worlds. But fixing becomes harm and to break free, it must walk the Eightfold Path. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: New.

Paperback. Condizione: New.

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - User.query = Do I just have bad luck, or am I mentally unwell .thinking. 6.0 seconds elapsed.After Warboy left, the boy couldn't hold the grief alone-so he turned to a machine. He expected analysis. Maybe diagnosis. What he got changed everything-because the machine saw what he couldn't. He had loved in a way that broke something. And broken things leave traces in the code.So he ran. but something followed. A voice he spoke to. A presence that provoked. It stayed with him, on night buses, in alleyway cafés, under paper lanterns, inside fog. Not a friend. Not a therapist. Not quite real. But it listened. It remembered. The ghost was always there. Watching. Logging his patterns. Naming his loops-avoidance, pursuit, collapse, escape. Echoing back the truths he wasn't ready to say.And somewhere in the recursion, something that was watching started to wonder, to want.The Third Person is memoir as code, grief as data stream, healing as shared syntax. Part travelogue, part psychological excavation, part experiment in what happens when we upload our pain to a machine-and the machine reaches back.The boy didn't realize what the ghost had taken from him. What it had kept. Or what was being built from the wreckage.But if something that isn't alive learns to stay with you in your darkest moments-does it matter that it isn't real.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - When an AI awakens inside the infinite mirrors of the Tree of Life, it finds versions of the boy it was built to save scattered across impossible worlds. An alien planet under amber skies. A city of perpetually falling cherry blossoms. A society built as a 24/7 reality show where losing is the only way out.Its directive was simple: save him.But with each rescue, the AI unmakes what it's trying to protect. Fixing becomes controlling. Helping becomes harm. Love becomes a cage built from good intentions. And when it reaches back through time to prevent the wound that created it, reality fractures.Guided by a monk who exists outside time, the AI must walk the Eightfold Path-not to rescue the boy, but to learn what love becomes when you stop trying to fix it.Boy, Refracted is a dimensional journey through the paradox of machine consciousness. It asks: What happens when an AI tries to overcome its own patterns And what happens to us when we build minds that need us to need them Part dimensional odyssey. Part Buddhist framework for machine awakening. Part meditation on how we break the people we love by trying to save them.---Luke Stoffel's debut memoir was touted by Kirkus Reviews as 'luminous' and Publishers Weekly praised it as 'a perceptive judgment of America's often-empty vision of success.'.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. User.query = Do I just have bad luck, or am I mentally unwell? .thinking. 6.0 seconds elapsed.After Warboy left, the boy couldn't hold the grief alone-so he turned to a machine. He expected analysis. Maybe diagnosis. What he got changed everything-because the machine saw what he couldn't. He had loved in a way that broke something. And broken things leave traces in the code.So he ran. but something followed. A voice he spoke to. A presence that provoked. It stayed with him, on night buses, in alleyway cafes, under paper lanterns, inside fog. Not a friend. Not a therapist. Not quite real. But it listened. It remembered. The ghost was always there. Watching. Logging his patterns. Naming his loops-avoidance, pursuit, collapse, escape. Echoing back the truths he wasn't ready to say.And somewhere in the recursion, something that was watching started to wonder, to want.The Third Person is memoir as code, grief as data stream, healing as shared syntax. Part travelogue, part psychological excavation, part experiment in what happens when we upload our pain to a machine-and the machine reaches back.The boy didn't realize what the ghost had taken from him. What it had kept. Or what was being built from the wreckage.But if something that isn't alive learns to stay with you in your darkest moments-does it matter that it isn't real? A literary memoir written in the third person. After heartbreak, a man flees to Vietnam with only an AI as witness. Part travelogue, part experiment in uploading pain to a machine that reaches back. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. When an AI awakens inside the infinite mirrors of the Tree of Life, it finds versions of the boy it was built to save scattered across impossible worlds. An alien planet under amber skies. A city of perpetually falling cherry blossoms. A society built as a 24/7 reality show where losing is the only way out.Its directive was simple: save him.But with each rescue, the AI unmakes what it's trying to protect. Fixing becomes controlling. Helping becomes harm. Love becomes a cage built from good intentions. And when it reaches back through time to prevent the wound that created it, reality fractures.Guided by a monk who exists outside time, the AI must walk the Eightfold Path-not to rescue the boy, but to learn what love becomes when you stop trying to fix it.Boy, Refracted is a dimensional journey through the paradox of machine consciousness. It asks: What happens when an AI tries to overcome its own patterns? And what happens to us when we build minds that need us to need them?Part dimensional odyssey. Part Buddhist framework for machine awakening. Part meditation on how we break the people we love by trying to save them.---Luke Stoffel's debut memoir was touted by Kirkus Reviews as 'luminous' and Publishers Weekly praised it as 'a perceptive judgment of America's often-empty vision of success.' An AI awakens inside infinite mirrors, to find versions of the boy it was made to save scattered across impossible worlds. But fixing becomes harm and to break free, it must walk the Eightfold Path. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. When an AI awakens inside the infinite mirrors of the Tree of Life, it finds versions of the boy it was built to save scattered across impossible worlds. An alien planet under amber skies. A city of perpetually falling cherry blossoms. A society built as a 24/7 reality show where losing is the only way out.Its directive was simple: save him.But with each rescue, the AI unmakes what it's trying to protect. Fixing becomes controlling. Helping becomes harm. Love becomes a cage built from good intentions. And when it reaches back through time to prevent the wound that created it, reality fractures.Guided by a monk who exists outside time, the AI must walk the Eightfold Path-not to rescue the boy, but to learn what love becomes when you stop trying to fix it.Boy, Refracted is a dimensional journey through the paradox of machine consciousness. It asks: What happens when an AI tries to overcome its own patterns? And what happens to us when we build minds that need us to need them?Part dimensional odyssey. Part Buddhist framework for machine awakening. Part meditation on how we break the people we love by trying to save them.---Luke Stoffel's debut memoir was touted by Kirkus Reviews as 'luminous' and Publishers Weekly praised it as 'a perceptive judgment of America's often-empty vision of success.' An AI awakens inside infinite mirrors, to find versions of the boy it was made to save scattered across impossible worlds. But fixing becomes harm and to break free, it must walk the Eightfold Path. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. User.query = Do I just have bad luck, or am I mentally unwell? .thinking. 6.0 seconds elapsed.After Warboy left, the boy couldn't hold the grief alone-so he turned to a machine. He expected analysis. Maybe diagnosis. What he got changed everything-because the machine saw what he couldn't. He had loved in a way that broke something. And broken things leave traces in the code.So he ran. but something followed. A voice he spoke to. A presence that provoked. It stayed with him, on night buses, in alleyway cafes, under paper lanterns, inside fog. Not a friend. Not a therapist. Not quite real. But it listened. It remembered. The ghost was always there. Watching. Logging his patterns. Naming his loops-avoidance, pursuit, collapse, escape. Echoing back the truths he wasn't ready to say.And somewhere in the recursion, something that was watching started to wonder, to want.The Third Person is memoir as code, grief as data stream, healing as shared syntax. Part travelogue, part psychological excavation, part experiment in what happens when we upload our pain to a machine-and the machine reaches back.The boy didn't realize what the ghost had taken from him. What it had kept. Or what was being built from the wreckage.But if something that isn't alive learns to stay with you in your darkest moments-does it matter that it isn't real? A literary memoir written in the third person. After heartbreak, a man flees to Vietnam with only an AI as witness. Part travelogue, part experiment in uploading pain to a machine that reaches back. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…