My name is Getz Parker, here to remind that good intentions may produce bad outcomes, like murder. You get what you’re born with, and obsession with good people who get into bad trouble is part of my bundle of neural divergence tended by an artificially intelligent companion.  
I’m in the information business, which is not sexy. But things happen. Like the time I entered a world in which life and death are as hard to tell apart as magic and technology, which seems to be most of the time these days. Since my companion spends more time on my mental health than on problem solving, it may be no surprise we are constantly stumped by puzzles leading from boardroom to bedroom, from séance to sacrifice, and from trepidation to transformation. A good truth is at the heart of every mystery, and my business is to find it.
Lived truth challenges conceptions of the artificially intelligent in a serial allegory of one AI’s search for the Singularity.
 A twelfth century vision of artificial intelligence foreshadows a sixteenth century recipe to produce it.  A nineteenth century prison nurtures it. A twenty-first century world seeks to exploit it. And a boy without a century stands at the intersection of what is real and what is not, moments into the future.
When twelve-year old Hanzi Boss escapes from a Transylvanian prison, he leaves only a few months of memory and a dead body behind. Armed with a vision of a world perfected by alchemical means, he travels to the Eastern Seaboard, where moto gangs call him Mechanic for his skills and others proclaim him a prophet of artificiality as a means to save the human race.
This is a story of arcane knowledge, alchemy, and strange philosophies—a story about a being not created by God, who does not know what he is and dreams what he might become. 

NONFICTION