Jason Van Tatenhove

4 weeks ago | coloradoswitchblade.com | Jason Van Tatenhove

Author’s Note – May 2025This week, I submitted the final edits of AI Ink to my publisher. They're fast-tracking production to have it printed and available by August. It’s a strange and thrilling experience to wrap up a book exploring the intersection of artificial intelligence, creativity, and truth—and then turn to actively collaborating with an AI on a parallel project like They Knew.

1 month ago | coloradoswitchblade.com | Jason Van Tatenhove

The birds had begun their crazed cacophony—the chaos before the morning light—as Raven made her way from the edge of campus up into the residential neighborhood perched above the Hill. Her old neighborhood. The one she grew up in. Now, it felt haunted. Ghosts whispered to her from every cracked sidewalk and overgrown lawn. The hill where her father taught her to ride a bike, jogging behind her until she didn’t need him to.

2 months ago | coloradoswitchblade.com | Jason Van Tatenhove

After a brief delay (thanks, final edits and recovery), I’m back with a new chapter of They Knew. This week, Raven breaks into the SEEL lab beneath CU Boulder—with a dying AI in her pocket, security drones closing in, and no one left to trust. She’s running out of time, options… and power. Also, the illustration for this chapter might be my favorite yet—it’s the moment everything hinges on. That first lock. That first breach. That first real step into the resistance.

Mar 22, 2025 | coloradoswitchblade.com | Jason Van Tatenhove

She moved across campus, following the rudimentary white-blue arrows flickering on the surface of the Phoebee brick. They shifted as she walked, subtly correcting her direction, leading her forward like a ghostly compass. The paths were quiet at this hour, the usual murmur of late-night student life drowned out by the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustling of leaves in the cold breeze.

Mar 10, 2025 | coloradoswitchblade.com | Jason Van Tatenhove

Author’s Note:Apologies for the delay—this chapter is a week behind. The past few weeks have been rough as I recover from a full ankle replacement surgery. This was no minor ordeal. They essentially cut out what was left of my right ankle and replaced it with a shiny new cyborg-like upgrade. Finding a surgeon willing to perform this procedure on someone my age wasn’t easy. But I’m incredibly lucky to have someone in my life who’s, well… let’s just say, very plugged into the medical community.