I am Ai – Update!

SAS Major Tom Mason was blown up while on tour in Afghanistan, rebuilt and upgraded by a rogue Ai from a different timezone he now heads up a top secret squad called Unit.

I am really excited as I read my progress so far. I’m about 30% in at the moment and loving the way the story is developing.

I have decided to publish two versions of the book, a clean one with no swearing or ‘X’ rated materials and an extended more explicit version. Is that not a novel idea?

If you want to help a struggling writer, buy me a coffee. Thank you.

I am Ai

Coming soon to an e-reader near you…

Cover for illustrative purposes only

A science fiction adventure set in Afghanistan in 2005. Major Tom Mason is seriously injured by an explosion in Badakhshan, close to the Afghan/Pakistan border. He is put back together in a top secret wing of the Plymouth Special Naval Hospital, Derriford . He is upgraded and enhanced ready for some very special assignments back in Afghanistan after all UK troops were supposed to have left.

This is a tense thriller as well as science fiction with some gripping, nail-biting moments and a climatic ending.

Available (hopefully) autumn/fall 2023. I’ll keep you all posted.


A silly poem with a serious meaning.

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Invented in our lifetime but could be the death of all

It clogs our seas and rivers, and on wildlife takes its toll

It starts out big and bulky like a four-pint thing of milk

But breaks down to microplastics, quite small and smooth as silk

It ends up in your water, it ends up in shampoo

It ends up in the food you eat, it ends up in your poo

It travels around inside you, some lodges in your gut

It hopefully gets free again then comes out of your butt

Unfortunately, we do not know the long-term health effect

It’s probably carcinogenic, but then, who gives a feck

It’s in our fish, it’s in our meat, it’s in our veg as well

But no one seems to give a damn that we’re on this road to hell

One day I suppose we’ll all wake up, and open up our eyes

Cry out to stop pollution before everybody dies

That day, I expect will be too late, the damage gone too far

They’ll cry, “stop all the plastic, bring back the screw top jar

Put the milk back into bottles, and leave our food unwrapped”

You’ll feel a pain, then cry, then shout, “Oh, look what I’ve just crapped!

It’s a fully working model of a lego plane that’s wrapped

In a plastic film in a plastic box in a 10p plastic sack.”

And then you’ll die, a horrid death, and then they will cremate you

To reclaim the hydrocarbons that you couldn’t pass as poo.

©Joseph R. Mason 2022

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Thomas Wizard’s Son

For one week only, you can download a copy of my debut book for free.

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Glynda, Dragon Slayer.

Glynda, Dragon Slayer available now on Amazon.

The third and final book in the series “The Tales of Trymyll.”

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Alphabetti Spagetti

23rd October 2021

Here is a challenge

Write a poem where the first letters in each line are in alphabetical order.
1) A … … …
2) B … … …
3) C … … …
n) … … … and so on.
Write as many lines as you wish, but at least 4 lines.
Good luck! 🔠 👍

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Let’s see how many we get.

Alphabetti Spaghetti is not my favourite food

Because of all the letters, they might spell something rude

Condensed milk, now I do love, and eat it from the tin

Dipping in a doughnut, I know that it’s a sin

Egg and chips with baked beans, and tomato sauce

Forever a favourite dinner, not everyday, of course

Grilled fish, especially on the bone, is something to avoid

Hate the thought of choking, it makes me quite annoyed

Ice cream of course, with chocolate sauce, is something to enjoy

Jelly too, with more ice cream, the dream of every boy

Kale, the stuff of smoothies, it makes me feel quite sick

Lattes, on the other hand, all frothy, creamy and thick

Munch, munch, munch, I love my food, that’s why I’m rather fat

No, please don’t say I need a diet, I really won’t like that

On the other hand, a heart attack, can really be quite fatal

Perhaps it’s time to trim my waist, it’s really rather ample

Quesadilla of course, the Mexican food is really rather spicy

Ridiculous as this may sound, it goes with chocolate brownie

Salmon, fried and juicy, simmering in the pan, with

Tarragon, the ideal herb, I’m really quite a fan

Unless you’re vegetarian, or you really don’t like meat,

Veal will not be on your plate, just dragged from mother’s teat

Watermelon, what a treat, especially in the summer

Xigua fruit is the African name, great if you’re a Boer

You know, I’m running out, of silly things to rhyme

Zander is last on my list, and now I’m out of time.

©Joseph R Mason – 2021

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A Love Without End.

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23rd October 2021

A beauty that beguiles the eye

Such a splendour cannot lie

I am compelled to look and stare

To see if he’s not really there

Straining every optic nerve

I look, I study, every curve

That sight will haunt for evermore

As I look upon the son she bore

He’ll be forever my small lad,

and I’ll be his ever-loving dad

I love you son, with all my heart

With a love I know will never part

© Joseph R Mason

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It’s Not Sustainable – A Poem

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12th September 2021

Just dry hot earth, parched and cracked by heat

No wheat, no maize, no barley, no beet

The world, it has changed, and not for the best

There’s just not enough food to feed all the rest.

Flooded plains and the crops are all washed away

So I’m sorry, there’s no food for you here today

Just crying the of babies and the weeping of mothers

There’s just not enough food to feed all the others

It’s not our fault, just blame global warming

It just crept up upon us without any warning

Nobody told us, or we just didn’t listen

Maybe the news has just made us hard bitten

But here in the West,

we all do our best

We’re all okay here,

so there’s no need to fear

We might send some aid,

once we get paid

For the guns we sell

to your leaders from hell

How dare you suggest that we do not care

It’s not us pumping gases up into the air

It’s the others you see, so don’t you blame me

It’s not my insecticide that killed the last bee

Anyway, global warming, it may not be so true

If it is, it’s not me, but you, you, and you

So don’t point the finger at me as you die

Don’t say it was me because that’s just a lie

What do you mean there’s no food without pollination?

But I live in the west, in a very rich nation

Something has to be done and it has to be now!

What do you mean it’s too late? We’ll all die anyhow.

©Joseph R Mason 2021

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