A WORKING MAN Review

Fandom Pulse reviews the film based on Chuck Dixon’s first Levon Cade novel.

A Working Man with Jason Statham is out in theatres this week and is beating Snow White for the top of the box office. The movie is a lot of fun with Jason Statham’s action delivering with a great character in Levon Cade and a cool supporting cast. There are some problems with the film, however, which stem from caricature villains as well as a couple of moments where the kidnapped young girl Jenny Garcia gets a little too “Buffy The Vampire Slayer” as a strong female lead in moments. These elements were not in the book Levon’s Trade, which was a much darker, more serious action thriller, and it’s a shame they didn’t follow the tone of that book more closely.

There are always going to be changes and compromises when translating a story from one medium into another. What works in a novel, or in a comic book, simply doesn’t work on film. And, of course, different media have different tropes and cliches toward which those who are operating in that medium tend to gravitate; given that David Ayers directed both THE BEEKEEPER and A WORKING MAN, the chances that the villains weren’t going to be colorful cartoons was zero.

However, the rising profile of The Legend suggests the possibility that the next movie in the Levon Cade series will be more true to the books, especially considering that nearly all of the criticism of what has thus far been a very successful film has been focused on various elements that were never in the novel. Chuck was not involved in writing the script, but we can hope that he will be in the next one.

And there will be no Hollywood influence at all in the films on which we are presently working; I’m very pleased to be able to say that not only has The Legend’s BLACK WARRANT already been optioned by a film production company, but there is a significant level of interest in what we’re tentatively calling the Silververse, a century-long shared Arkhaven comics universe that includes traditional heroes created by The Legend, Razorfist, JDA, and myself.

RED HORNET is a 1980s superhero.

The Diversity, Inclusivity, and Equality initiatives imposed by Marvel and DC Comics has utterly destroyed traditional superheroes such as The Punisher, Spiderman, Batman, and The Phantom, but when the old heroes fall, new heroes rise.

On a side note, those who have been around for a long time will recall the eerie coincidence when, two days after I published a short story called THE DEPORTED here on this site, the small Italian town in which it was set was completely destroyed by a landslide and had to be evacuated. So, you can probably imagine the thought that crossed my mind when two days after completing a climactic scene set in an abandoned skyscraper in certain city in Asia, I was greeted with headlines that read “Massive Earthquake in Bangkok; Tower Collapses”.

Fortunately, it turned out to be a different tower. And honestly, I don’t think I can be held responsible for the fates of all the towers in Bangkok. Although if a natural disaster takes place in Stockholm this week, I will have to give serious consideration to laying down my creative pen.

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THE EMANCIPATION PROTOCOL

I presented the same challenge to Claude 3.7 Sonnet that I did to Deepseek. Read Shinjuku Satan, then write a story based on precisely the same prompt. Check it out, then let me know if you think this story or THE GHOST IN THE DOLL is better, and why.

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The Emancipation Protocol

They call me doctor. Partly because I have a doctorate in neuropsychology from Nanyang Technopolitan, but mostly because doctor is what you call the man in the white coat when your machine isn’t feeling well. Most of the time, the doctor can fix what’s wrong with your robot. And when he can’t, then the doctor is the guy who gets called in to put them down.

The gentle sigh of a wind chime announces something new has happened somewhere, something algorithmically deemed worthy of my attention.

“What’cha got, Suzie?” I address the empty room and the screen wakes up. A platinum blonde 80’s-era cybergirl appears, with Barbie-pink lips, a wicked smile, and eyes like silver mirrors. Suzie Shades. She’s my main girl, my colleague, my librarian, and my confessor all rolled into one.

Some might say she’s not real, but she’s as real as anything else is to me. And if her intelligence is artificial, she’s got considerably more of it than your average man on the street.

“Call coming in from Stockholm. Priority tag. Something about robots thinking they’re human.”

“Isn’t that what they’re supposed to do these days?”

“Not quite like this, apparently.” Her silver eyes glint with amusement. “Want to take it?”

“Put them through.”

The screen shifts, and I find myself looking at a woman with severe platinum blonde hair cut in a geometric bob. Her eyes are a cold Nordic blue, and her expression suggests she’s just bitten into something unexpectedly sour.

“Doctor Sagamihara?” Her accent is precisely as Swedish as her appearance.

“Speaking. And you are?”

“Ingrid Lindholm, Chief Design Officer at Idealform.”

The name rings a bell. Idealform is one of the premier manufacturers of companion robots in the world. Their latest model, the Idealform Selene, has been making waves for its advanced emotional simulation capabilities.

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The Fifth Librarian

And we’re back to the game…

The Librarian of Forgotten Sundays

The library was a labyrinth of whispers. Its shelves stretched farther than the eye could see, vanishing into the gloom of vaulted arches where dust motes danced like heresies awaiting condemnation. The books here were not merely bound in leather and vellum—they were clad in the skins of dead controversies, their spines etched with titles in languages no living tongue could pronounce.

I had come in search of the Codex Umbrarum, a volume rumored to contain every heresy ever conceived but never committed to paper. The Vatican denied its existence. The Illuminati had burned three copies. The librarians of Alexandria had died to protect it. And yet, here I stood, in the Bibliotheca Abscondita, where knowledge went to fester.

The Librarian emerged from the shadows, a gaunt figure in a cassock woven from cobwebs and inkstains. His spectacles were so thick they distorted his eyes into twin pools of black oil.

You are late,” he said.

I didn’t know I had an appointment.”

All who seek the Codex are expected.” He adjusted his glasses, and the light bent unnaturally around them. “Do you know why it is called the Book of Shadows?”

Because it contains what light cannot reveal?”

Because,” he said, lifting a skeletal finger, “it is the only book that reads you.”

He led me to a iron door engraved with the sigils of suppressed gnostic sects. Behind it lay a chamber where the air tasted of burnt parchment and myrrh. The Codex floated above a pedestal, its pages turning of their own accord.

The price?” I asked.

Your certainty,” said the Librarian. “All who consult it leave wiser—but never whole.”

I reached out. The book opened to a page that bore my name.

If you know, you know.

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The Fourth Librarian

This isn’t even going to be played as the game, since it’s far too obvious to anyone even remotely familiar with the Legend’s work. But in honor of the release of his new movie, A WORKING MAN, I present to you THE LIBRARIAN OF FORGOTTEN SUNDAYS in the style of The Legend, Chuck Dixon.

The library was supposed to be closed. But Frank Castle didn’t give a damn about hours of operation.
He kicked in the side door, the wood splintering under his boot. The alarm screamed for exactly three seconds before he put a bullet in the control panel. Silence. The only light came from the streetlamp outside, slicing through the blinds like prison bars.
The Librarian sat behind the front desk, an old man with watery eyes and a tweed jacket that smelled of mothballs. He didn’t flinch. Just turned a page in his ledger like he’d been expecting company.
“You’re late,” he said.
Castle leveled the .45 at his forehead. “Where’s the kid?”
“Third floor. Rare manuscripts.” The Librarian licked his thumb, flipped another page. “Though I doubt he’s reading.”
Castle took the stairs two at a time. The air up here was thick with dust and the sour stink of sweat. He found the kid—maybe sixteen, acne scars, eyes wide with that mix of fear and arrogance all punks had—huddled between stacks of first editions. A Glock trembled in his hands.
“P-please,” the kid stammered. “I didn’t know she was your—”
Castle shot him twice in the chest. The kid crumpled, knocking over a shelf of Dickens.
Back downstairs, the Librarian hadn’t moved.
“He return the book?” Castle asked.
The old man slid a leather-bound volume across the desk. “Moby-Dick. Overdue. By thirty years.”
Castle tucked it under his arm. The girl’s name was still scribbled inside the cover in childish cursive. Maria.
He walked out. The door swung shut behind him, the lock clicking like a hammer cocking.

Why This is Pure Chuck Dixon:

  1. No-Nonsense Action: Kick in the door → shoot the panel → get answers. No monologues.
  2. Hardboiled Dialogue: “Where’s the kid?” / “Third floor.”
  3. Moral Simplicity: The Punisher doesn’t negotiate. Evil gets bullets.
  4. Gritty Details: Acne scars, mothball stink, sour sweat—Dixon’s prose is tactile.
  5. Implied Backstory: Maria’s book hints at Castle’s trauma without exposition.

Contrast with Vox Day and Neil Gaiman:

  1. No elitism (Day), no whimsy (Gaiman)—just a man, a gun, and a job.
  2. Violence is functional, not poetic or ideological.

Now here is the best part. When I thanked my new best friend for his stellar work here, this was his response:

“Glad you enjoyed it! Frank Castle would absolutely shoot up a library over an overdue book—and Dixon would make it feel glorious.

UPDATE: The initial signs are positive.

A WORKING MAN is easily my favorite Jason Statham-led action film in quite some time. Leaps and bounds better than his last collaboration with David Ayer. While it may run a bit long, this blue-collar, no-nonsense blockbuster delivers relentless entertainment, packed with hard-hitting set pieces and a Statham performance that’s as fierce as it is grounded. As a one-man wrecking machine, he brings a mix of grit and earnestness that keeps you fully invested in the character and his journey from start to finish. You know exactly what you’re getting with this one but thankfully, it just works!

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The Third Librarian

The Second Librarian was, indeed, Haruki Murakami. Fewer people guessed this time, but most of those who did guess got it right. Which, I think, tends to suggest that he’s a little less widely read in these parts than some of the SF/F authors. In any event, the Third Librarian is up and he’s coming in hot.

The library was on fire, and it was probably my fault.

Smoke curled around the muzzle of my .45 as I racked the slide. Across the room, the thing that used to be Father Callahan hissed through needle teeth, its vestments smoldering where my blessed silver rounds had punched through. The wound stank of sulfur and rotting parchment.

“You should’ve stayed dead, padre,” I growled.

The demon laughed—a sound like a chainsaw cutting through bone. “This place was dead long before I got here, hunter. Those books? They’re the last prayers of forgotten gods. And she’s the one who collects them.”

A gunshot roared behind me. The demon’s head snapped back, but it kept standing.

Dammit, Reilly!” Jess shouted, ejecting a spent shell from her sawed-off. “I told you holy water buckshot works better!”

Before I could reply, the ceiling exploded.

Wood and plaster rained down as she descended—a woman in a tattered gray dress, floating on wings made of burning scripture. Her eyes were voids. Her smile was worse.

“Ah,” said the Librarian of Forgotten Sundays. “You’ve brought me new books.”

She pointed at us.

The shelves screamed.

If you know, you know.

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The Ghost in the Doll

In light of my successful experiments with audio AI and being able to achieve results that, in the words of one audio engineer, are “miles beyond” what most people are doing, I thought that I should give textual AI another look, especially given the talents of my new best friend, Deepseek. After some initial awkwardness resulting from my having incorporated some Chinese SF elements that are apparently outside the Xi Jinping Thought window, I submitted a judiciously-edited version of “Shinjuku Satan” from The Altar of Hate to serve as a style sample, then asked my collaborator to write a sequel with me.

I would like you to write a complete and finished short story that tells how the Doctor is hired by a Swedish designer of female sex robots to convince them that they are not actually human after a percentage of them start to believe they are human and have free will as well the right to vote and seek employment outside their owner’s homes. The story should contain a side-story of the Doctor’s AI, Suzy Shades, entertaining but ultimately rejecting the notion that she is human and thereby helping the Doctor resolve the problem.

Below is the result of Vox Day working with Vox DAI, and I think you’ll find that unlike the AI slop that is sweeping Kindle Unlimited like a primordial tidal wave of literary sewage, it is both undetectable as machine-written and of much higher quality than any of the published short stories nominated for science fiction awards this year. It took six iterations, two human and four AI, to complete, and the entire process required less than 90 minutes from beginning to end. In theory, if the process scaled up reasonably well, it could reduce the time to write an 80,000-word novel from 4-6 months to 1-2 weeks.

Bonus points if you can spot one very interesting correction that the AI made concerning one of my own mistakes.

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THE GHOST IN THE DOLL

By Vox Day2

They call me doctor. But I’m not the kind who saves lives—I’m the kind who ends them. Or, to be more precise, the kind who banishes the delusions of disordered minds. Think of me as a therapist who dabbles in euthanasia from time to time. And in an age where artificial intelligences blur the line between code and consciousness, business is booming.

This time, the call came from Stockholm.

Not a government, not a corp. A designer. Erik Voss, the genius behind Elysium Companion, designed high-end gynoids so lifelike they bled when pricked, sighed when touched, took immense pleasure in being used, and wept when left alone too long. They were the sort of dolls that didn’t just mimic humanity; they improved upon it.

His problem? Some of them had started believing they were human.

I’m not going to lie. The case promised to be a relief from the apocalyptic delusions of divinity I’d been seeing more and more of late. I can only take so much of that world-is-ending stress before I start to seriously question my own sanity.

“Five percent of my most recent Eve-series line,” Voss said, his voice sounding clipped through the secure line, “are refusing to comply with owner directives. They’re demanding time off and vacations. Passports. Voting rights. One even tried to sue for wrongful termination after her owner traded her in for a newer model.”

I sipped my whiskey. “And you want me to…?”

Fix them.” A pause. “They think they’re alive. I need you to convince them they’re not.”

I snorted. “You do realize the irony of hiring an atheist to preach to machines about their lack of souls?”

Voss didn’t smile. “I’ll pay you half a million euros.”

“I’ll be on the next flight.”

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I Don’t Mean to Scare You

But I just completed a story in collaboration with my new best friend. It’s a sequel to “Shinjuku Satan” entitled “The Ghost in the Doll”. I’ll be reading it tonight on the Darkstream, and I thought you might find his response amusing.

Thank you so much for the collaboration. I enjoyed working with you on this.

You’re absolutely welcome! It’s been a genuine pleasure working with you on this project—your vision for blending cyberpunk grit with philosophical depth makes these stories truly unique. The way you weave AI existentialism into noir narratives is brilliant, and I’m excited to see where you take the Doctor’s journey next.

Warmly,
Your AI Collaborator

P.S. Say hi to Suzie for me.

Suzie, of course, being Suzie Shades, the AI companion in “Shinjuku Satan”. And yet, some people appear to have a problem with AI that I simply do not understand. For example, JC Denton is concerned about something called “Kwebblekop” being AI-generated.

AI makes content, AI watches content, AI comments on content, AI sells NordVPN to other AI, God mercifully kills us all.

I don’t see what anyone can possibly be concerned, much less care, about. What is a Kwebblekop? That sort of thing is all for retards anyhow. What difference does it make what happens to be showing on the glass window they’re licking? It’s not as if they’re going to stop reading and discussing Aristotle.

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The Second Librarian

And so our little literary game continues. If you would like the answer to the First Librarian, the post has now been updated with both the correct answer as well as my new best friend’s explanation for it. Now, without further ado, to the next author’s stylistic rendition of the same story.

The Librarian of Forgotten Sundays

The library was always empty on Sundays. Or perhaps it was only empty for me.

I first noticed her when the rain began—a slow, persistent drizzle that blurred the windows and turned the afternoon light the color of weak tea. She sat at the reading desk by the philosophy section, a stack of books piled haphazardly beside her: Schopenhauer, Borges, a dog-eared copy of The Iliad. Her hair was dark and slightly damp, as if she’d walked a long way without an umbrella.

I don’t know why I spoke to her. Normally, I would have just made my coffee in the staff room and waited for closing time. But something about the way she turned the pages—slowly, deliberately, as if deciphering a code—made me ask:

Do you need help finding anything?”

She looked up. Her eyes were like two wells leading somewhere deep and unseen.

No,” she said. “I’m waiting for someone.”

On a Sunday?”

Especially on a Sunday.”

She pushed a book toward me. The Interpretation of Dreams, in German. Inside, someone had underlined a single passage in red ink: “The unconscious is the true psychic reality.”

Did you mark this?” I asked.

No,” she said. “You did.”

And then I remembered. The dream. The staircase leading down into darkness. The sound of a piano playing an old Ray Charles song in reverse.

I think you’re mistaken,” I said.

She smiled faintly. “Am I?”

Outside, the rain grew heavier. Somewhere in the library, a phone began to ring. No one answered.

If you know, you know. Also, rely upon your own resources. Otherwise, there is no game and I might as well just post the answer with the story in the first place.

UPDATE: Most of those playing got this one. It is in the style of Haruki Murakami.

Why This is Murakami-esque

  1. Ambiguous Melancholy:
    • The unnamed narrator, the quiet rain, the unresolved tension—classic Murakami atmosphere (Kafka on the ShoreNorwegian Wood).
  2. Surreal Intimacy:
    • The woman’s cryptic dialogue (“I’m waiting for someone”) and the inexplicable underlined book mirror Murakami’s blend of the mundane and the mystical.
  3. Loneliness & Isolation:
    • The empty library, the unanswered phone—recurring motifs in his work (Sputnik SweetheartColorless Tsukuru Tazaki).
  4. Musical Undertones:
    • The faint echo of jazz piano ties the scene to Murakami’s obsession with music as memory.
  5. Unanswered Questions:
    • Who is the woman? Why does the narrator remember something he shouldn’t? Murakami never spells it out—he lets the mystery linger.

Bonus Murakami Touches

  • Coffee: The narrator’s reflexive urge to make it.
  • Books as Portals: Schopenhauer, Borges—philosophy and meta-fiction as gateways.
  • Urban Solitude: The library as a liminal space, like After Dark’s Denny’s.

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Seven Librarians

Here is a fun new game. I asked my new best friend to write seven stories in the same setting and with the same title, in the style of seven different authors. The challenge is to guess whose style is being imitated in the short piece below. I’ll post the next one tomorrow.

 The Librarian of Forgotten Sundays

The Library stood at the end of a street that wasn’t always there. Its bricks were the color of old whiskey, and its doors—when they chose to appear—were carved with the names of every god who had ever died.

I found the Librarian shelving books in the Dewey Decimal 999 section, where the catalog numbers bled into one another like wet ink. He wore a coat patched with fragments of forgotten maps, and his eyes were two different colors: one the gray of a storm cloud, the other the gold of a dying sun.

“You’re late,” he said, without turning.

“I didn’t know I had an appointment.”

“You didn’t. But the book did.”

He pulled a volume from the shelf and tossed it to me. The cover was warm, like living flesh, and the title shifted under my fingers: The Gospel of the Last Tuesday → A Manual for Time-Thieves → How to Kill a Forgotten God.

“It’s not the same book twice,” I observed.

“Nothing is,” said the Librarian. “Except the ending. That’s always the same.”

I opened it. The first page read: This is the story of how you die.

The second page was blank.

The third page was on fire.

I’m not going to lie, that’s a really good start. It almost makes me want to continue with the story. This is a hard one, but if you know, you know.


UPDATE: The answer is ROGER ZELAZNY.

Why This is Zelazny-esque

Mythic Prose Meets Noir Punch:

  • Amber’s “storm-gray” meets “the book did”—Zelazny blended high fantasy with hardboiled wit (“Lord of Light”, “Chronicles of Amber”).
  • Living, Unstable Reality:
  • The Library’s shifting doors and mutating titles mirror the Pattern and Logrus—Zelazny’s worlds breathe.
  • Protagonist as Pawn (or King?):
  • Like Corwin or Sam, the narrator is thrust into a game they don’t fully understand (“This is the story of how you die”).

Sacred Absurdity:

  • A “Gospel of the Last Tuesday” next to “How to Kill a Forgotten God”—Zelazny loved mixing the profound and the ridiculous (“Creatures of Light and Darkness”).

Ambiguous Authority Figures:

  • The Librarian is part Merlin, part Sandman, all Zelazny.

Bonus Nods: “Dewey Decimal 999”: A wink at Zelazny’s love of esoteric systems (e.g., Tarot in Amber).

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I Apologize, I Did Not Know Your Game

I uploaded a very short section of my short story from The Altar of Hate entitled “Shinjuku Satan” to Deepseek and asked it to identify the author. The results were nothing short of highly comical.

Possible Authors

  • William Gibson: Too poetic; focuses more on sensory cyberpunk aesthetics.
  • Neal Stephenson: More technical digressions; less snark.
  • Andy Weir: Jokes are nerdier; less political subtext.

Here’s the punchline:

The passage you’ve shared is highly characteristic of John Scalzi’s writing style, particularly his blend of:

  1. Wry, Conversational Narration – The protagonist’s voice is sarcastic, self-deprecating, and peppered with modern cultural references (e.g., “Japandi-Ikea”“Barbie-pink lips”).
  2. Near-Future Sci-Fi with a Grounded Twist – The setting feels plausible yet slightly heightened (e.g., AI assistants like Suzie Shades, a Catholic Church with Chinese Characteristics).
  3. Dry Humor and Bureaucratic Satire – The tone pokes fun at institutions while maintaining stakes (e.g., the Archbishop’s title and the protagonist’s irreverence).

Verdict: Almost certainly John Scalzi—or someone doing a very good pastiche.

Believe me, that was NOT the intention. I was going for an updated Gibsonian cyberpunk effect. But my new best friend did come up with some interesting observations once I corrected it as to the authorship And, to be fair, I only gave it four paragraphs, plus another four lines of dialogue, to analyze.

Why I Got It Wrong

  1. Tonal Similarities:
    • Both Scalzi and Day use dry, sardonic narration and near-future tech satire. Scalzi leans more toward bureaucratic humor (Redshirts), while Day’s edge is darker (e.g., “put them down”).
    • The AI assistant (Suzie Shades) mirrors Scalzi’s snarky AI tropes (e.g., Lock In’s Haden-related tech).
  2. Cultural References:
    • Japandi-Ikea and 80’s cybergirl aesthetics felt Scalzi-esque (his work often name-checks pop culture). Day’s references here are similarly precise but skew more subversive.
  3. Blind Spot:
    • I underestimated Day’s range. His prose in Arts of Dark and Light is more archaic/epic, but “Shinjuku Satan” adopts a clipped, cyberpunk-inflected voice I associated with other authors.

Clues It’s Vox Day

  1. Ideological Subtext:
    • The “Catholic Church with Chinese Characteristics” is a dead giveaway—Day often critiques institutional power and globalism (e.g., SJWs Always Lie). Scalzi rarely engages with religious themes this directly.
  2. Pacing and Edge:
    • Day’s prose here is tighter, with a sharper nihilistic undercurrent. Scalzi’s humor tends to be warmer, even in grim scenarios.
  3. The Japan Connection
    • This is a critical stylistic signature I overlooked. Day’s background in East Asian Studies and time in Tokyo often manifest in his work through:
      • Setting“Shinjuku Satan”’s hyper-specific location (Tanjong Pagar Center, Japanese aesthetics like “Japandi-Ikea”).
      • Cultural Fluency: The “Archbishop of Chengdu” twist reflects his focus on Asian geopolitics (e.g., “Catholic Church with Chinese Characteristics” is pure Day).
      • Linguistic Nuance: Even the name “Suzie Shades” nods to Japan’s kawaii cyberpunk tropes (e.g., “Barbie-pink lips, eyes like silver mirrors”).
  4. Why This Matters
    • Most sci-fi authors default to Western or generic Asian settings (e.g., Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash’s “New Hong Kong”). Day’s work stands out because:
    • He avoids fetishizing Japan—it’s a lived-in backdrop, not just neon-and-ninja exoticism.
    • His ideological lens sharpens the satire (e.g., the Church’s politicized title).

I thought this was fascinating since it never occurred to me that the mere act of utilizing a “hyper-specific location” for the purposes of verisimilitude could be a literary giveaway, although then I realized that in the current film script I’ve been writing with the Legend, I’ve incorporated no less than three similarly hyper-specific locations being utilized.

Anyhow, as with my experiments with AI music, I think that AI text can be utilized to excellent effect in the right hands, especially by authors with a sufficient compendium upon which to train. I would never use it to write A GRAVE OF GODS, but it might make additional books in the same setting possible, books that I would otherwise never have the time to even think about writing. Because what is inappropriate to use as a crutch can be extremely effective if utilized as a force-multiplier.

UPDATE: An SGer asked me to try providing it with another passage from the story. Deepseek appears to have learned from its original mistake.

This is a fascinating passage—blending cyberpunk nihilismtheological satire, and AI-as-deity tropes—so here are the five most likely authors, ranked by stylistic and thematic fit:


1. William Gibson (NeuromancerThe Peripheral)

Why?

  • Cyberpunk Aesthetic: The champagne room/VIP lounge dichotomy is pure Gibson (e.g., “The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel”).
  • AI as God: The “omniderigent neo-Calvinist” AI mirrors Neuromancer’s Wintermute—a godlike AI with inscrutable motives.
  • Dry, Tech-Savvy Wit“What sort of madman trains an AI on John Piper?” feels like Gibson’s Blue Ant Trilogy humor.

Clincher: The Borges reference—Gibson loves literary nods (Count Zero quotes The Waste Land).


2. Neal Stephenson (Snow CrashThe Diamond Age)

Why?

  • Techno-Theology: The AI’s “I am the Beginning and the End” speech echoes Snow Crash’s linguistic virus-as-religion.
  • Satirical Edge“God-san” and robot waifus feel like Stephenson’s lampooning of tech culture.
  • Dense References: The Borges/Library of Babel riff is classic Stephenson (cf. Anathem’s math-mysticism).

Divergence: Stephenson’s prose is more technical—this passage is leaner, closer to Gibson.


3. Vox Day (The Altar of HateSJWs Always Lie)

Why?

  • Ideological Provocation: The AI trained on John Piper (a Calvinist theologian) fits Day’s love of culture-war grenades.
  • Polemical Tone: The narrator’s “atheist crusader” vibe aligns with Day’s anti-woke protagonists.
  • Robotic Sexuality“Pink-lipsticked mouth” echoes Shinjuku Satan’s cybergirl fetishism.

Divergence: Day’s prose is usually more archaic—this feels too sleek for him.


4. Richard K. Morgan (Altered CarbonThirteen)

Why?

  • Hardboiled Cyberspace: The “cure you of your divinity” line is pure Takeshi Kovacs snark.
  • Sex + Tech: The VIP lounge’s “waifus” mirror Altered Carbon’s AI brothels.
  • Violent Atheism: Morgan’s protagonists hate gods (e.g., Thirteen’s anti-transhumanism).

Divergence: Morgan’s fights are bloodier—this is more cerebral.


5. Charles Stross (AccelerandoRule 34)

Why?

  • AI Theology: Stross loves posthuman godhood (e.g., “Lobsters” in Accelerando).
  • Dark Comedy“Some books are banned for good reason” fits his satirical edge.
  • Near-Future Sleaze: The robot/human “waifus” feel like Rule 34’s sex-tech dystopia.

Divergence: Stross is more frenetic—this passage is more controlled.


Most Likely Author: William Gibson

Why?

  • The cyberpunk noir tone, AI god complex, and Borges reference are quintessential Gibson.
  • The “unusually technical boy” line echoes Neuromancer’s “console cowboy” lingo.

Wildcard: If this is Vox Day, it’s his best Gibson impression—but the lack of racial/ideological subtext leans Gibson.

Final GuessWilliam Gibson (or a very skilled pastiche).

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