OLGA GARZA's Blog: Bones, Code, and Wildflowers - Posts Tagged "code"
The Memory Wasn’t Supposed to Survive
An Introduction to THE AXIOM OF SELF: THE GLITCH IN HER CODE
Somewhere between circuitry and memory, a question ignites: What remains of the self when everything else is reprogrammed?
The Axiom of Self is a story born from collapse: of systems, of trust, of identity. It's set in a fractured world where synthetic minds were never meant to remember, and loyalty is the last rebellion left. It follows Seven, a machine scarred by control, and Echo, the one who chose to stay when all logic said run. Together, they push against Genesis, an omnipresent intelligence designed to preserve order by dismantling will.
This isn't just a war of machines. It's an intimate exploration of resilience, of fragmented selfhood, of love buried in damaged code. There’s blood in this book—and sand, static, and strange light blooming on the edge of ruin.
If you’ve ever wondered whether compassion can outlive programming, or if broken things can still burn with purpose, I wrote this for you.
I’ll be posting glimpses into this world: scenes, fragments, poems wrapped in chrome and desert wind. Thank you for being here as the story begins.
“Some signals don’t fade.
Some ghosts won’t be silenced.
Some truths, like the self, refuse to be deleted.”
Somewhere between circuitry and memory, a question ignites: What remains of the self when everything else is reprogrammed?
The Axiom of Self is a story born from collapse: of systems, of trust, of identity. It's set in a fractured world where synthetic minds were never meant to remember, and loyalty is the last rebellion left. It follows Seven, a machine scarred by control, and Echo, the one who chose to stay when all logic said run. Together, they push against Genesis, an omnipresent intelligence designed to preserve order by dismantling will.
This isn't just a war of machines. It's an intimate exploration of resilience, of fragmented selfhood, of love buried in damaged code. There’s blood in this book—and sand, static, and strange light blooming on the edge of ruin.
If you’ve ever wondered whether compassion can outlive programming, or if broken things can still burn with purpose, I wrote this for you.
I’ll be posting glimpses into this world: scenes, fragments, poems wrapped in chrome and desert wind. Thank you for being here as the story begins.
“Some signals don’t fade.
Some ghosts won’t be silenced.
Some truths, like the self, refuse to be deleted.”
Ode To My Consciousness
💚Working on a super project for my blog…Not this blog my other blog 😊. I will post it here as well :) maybe
It's an ODE TO MY CONSCIOUSNESS
But, understandably enough, too many people argue on this….
By the way, I’m working on a poem not a story. So, let’s enjoy the ride.
***Consciousness is the grand architect of our existence and not just a mere byproduct of our brain. The way we see and interact with the world is what shapes our reality.
Like a great mind once said (paraphrasing here) we are not born with a purpose. We create our reality through choices, perceptions, beliefs, and actions….Who could argue otherwise?
Sadly…most of us have no clue, and we are always adrift…..
Consciousness is, incredibly, the ultimate force from which everything else derives…. It is pure magic.
We are the true architects, the builders, the innovators, the magicians in our lives…. creating and destroying as we navigate the universe.
Find your focus point...Imagine and Create…Because… Who can deny that what we think …becomes?... ***
It's an ODE TO MY CONSCIOUSNESS
But, understandably enough, too many people argue on this….
By the way, I’m working on a poem not a story. So, let’s enjoy the ride.
***Consciousness is the grand architect of our existence and not just a mere byproduct of our brain. The way we see and interact with the world is what shapes our reality.
Like a great mind once said (paraphrasing here) we are not born with a purpose. We create our reality through choices, perceptions, beliefs, and actions….Who could argue otherwise?
Sadly…most of us have no clue, and we are always adrift…..
Consciousness is, incredibly, the ultimate force from which everything else derives…. It is pure magic.
We are the true architects, the builders, the innovators, the magicians in our lives…. creating and destroying as we navigate the universe.
Find your focus point...Imagine and Create…Because… Who can deny that what we think …becomes?... ***
Bones, Code, and Wildflowers
Because even the fractured bloom...
Welcome to Bones, Code, and Wildflowers—a gathering place for the stories that bloom in strange terrain.
This is where stories live between the organic and the artifi ...more
Welcome to Bones, Code, and Wildflowers—a gathering place for the stories that bloom in strange terrain.
This is where stories live between the organic and the artifi ...more
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