Writing about writing and reading
All memories of eating, bleeding, or other non robotic bodily functions have been inserted throughout the day by the memory chip in my positronic brain. Many times throughout the day, I shut down momentarily, freeze in place, and a recollection of drinking coffee or using the toilet is inscribed on my mind. Why? because, we …
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Not type, but write. Amazing prose, polished, complete, top quality words. In this word, I would write a novel per week... and that would three 8 hour days of solid typing. Every idea I had would be a story, every whim a plot. The books would pile so high that I'd have nothing to do …
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In this world, food is not enjoyed, or even thought about. A perfectly balanced combination of nutrients is devised personally for each individual based on their body chemistry, and taken as one might take a vitamin. No one prepares food, or eats together, or eats anything at all other than this daily requirement. In this …
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I've been listening to Solaris, by Stanislaw Lem, and it is so far amazing. Imagine your darkest, most embarrassing, strangest thought. The thing you are most ashamed or guilty for thinking--maybe it just popped into your head, unplanned, as thoughts often do. Now imagine that thought made flesh, and following you around for all to …
Jimmy wakes up on the morning of his 18th birthday and drives to the clinic for his mandatory injection of love serum. This is a special medicine that makes him fall in love with the next person he sees. This is required of all adult citizens, once per year. It is very unlikely that the …
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